Samuel Alfred Beadle Poems

She is a woman, bright and trim,
Of five and twenty years,
Who trips along with pleasure
And spends her smiles for tears.
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Had I a million dollars, friend, I don't know what I'd do,
But now and then I think I'd roam and simply spend a few;
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Many and many a year ago
I heard of those ancient rhymers,
Those builders of our poetic lore,
The grand old vanished timers
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A fair dark-eyed lassie was she,
Her thirteenth summer passed,
Who pursuing blue-eyed daisy,
Herself had over-tasked;
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In the mid year's afternoon,
Time and nature blushing June,
I go calling on my bonny girl, Irene,
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My Country Thou dearer and grander than all other earth,
With clime sweet and balmy, fair land of my birth;
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Far away where the raging sea goes,
In the islands of the sea,
There our brave and daring heroes
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Yes, May and I are friends,
Lovers, many have said;
For down the lane and o'er the lea
To church we often tread,
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I'm all alone in the world, now,
My bonnie love has flown;
My heart's an empty void, now,
Where the wreck of joy is strown;
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I would not live always:
I ask but to stay'
In this vain world of shadows
Just another day;
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