'How did you rest, last night?'--
I've heard my gran'pap say
Them words a thousand times--that's right--
Jes them words thataway!
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The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill;
The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell,
Throbs solemnly for one whose earthly will
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When she comes home again! A thousand ways
I fashion, to myself, the tenderness
Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble--yes;
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When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she,--
'It's unpolite, when they's Company,
To say you've drinked _two_ cups, you see,--
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Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--
Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.
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I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone
Yet simple grace that marks thy poetry!
True forester thou art, and still to be,
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Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!
Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!
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I caught, for a second, across the crowd--
Just for a second, and barely that--
A face, pox-pitted and evil-browed,
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I
Once, in a dream, I saw a man
With haggard face and tangled hair,
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The kind of a man for you and me!
He faces the world unflinchingly,
And smites, as long as the wrong resists,
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