Kristjan Niels Julius Jonsson Poems

I feel content that you would grin with me
Could you but witness what I hear and see.
For you were not accustomed - not your fate -
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Though our fore-fathers' language us dowers
With lyre-tones, singing-birds' calls,
And the sounds that abide in fell-bowers,
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That half a dollar bottle held not enough for me;
Its empty form I viewed with consternation;
Another flask I opened and when its cork was free
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