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On Lending A Punch-Bowl
This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times,
Of joyous days and jolly nights, and merry Christmas times;
The Hudson
'T WAS a vision of childhood that came with its dawn,
Ere the curtain that covered life's day-star was drawn;
Departed Days
Yes, dear departed, cherished days,
Could Memory’s hand restore
Your morning light, your evening rays,
From Time’s gray urn once more,
A Rhymed Lesson (Urania)
Yes, dear Enchantress,—­wandering far and long,
In realms unperfumed by the breath of song,
'Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,
Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,
WINTER is past; the heart of Nature warms
Beneath the wrecks of unresisted storms;
Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,
A Souvenir
YES, lady! I can ne'er forget,
That once in other years we met;
Thy memory may perchance recall
A festal eve, a rose-wreathed hall,
At The Turn Of The Road
THE glory has passed from the goldenrod's plume,
The purple-hued asters still linger in bloom
The birch is bright yellow, the sumachs are red,
Hymn For The Class-Meeting
THOU Gracious Power, whose mercy lends
The light of home, the smile of friends,
Our gathered flock thine arms infold
The Crooked Footpath
AH, here it is! the sliding rail
That marks the old remembered spot,--
The gap that struck our school-boy trail,--

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