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TOREST MELODIES. |
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It comes with the breathings of early mom, It comes when the whispers of evening are bom, At the hush of midnight we feel its power, •Nor can we escape at the noon-day hour.
Softly subduing it touches the heart, Bidding the impulse of passion depart; 0,. it comes very oft like waves o'er the soul, Like billows of sadness we cannot control! |
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TO A FRIEND.
WHO GAVE THE AUTHOR A BOOK OF POEMS.
Friend of my childhood, Warm hearts are estranged,
But thy brotherly kindness Remains unchanged!
Shall I tell thee how gratefully " Fell the quick tear, On the token of friendship, That lies by me here ?
A volume of poems,
The gift of a friend— Sure pleasure and gratitude
Sweetly shall blend.
How soothing a solace
Doth kindness impart, When dark looks of envy
Have long chilled the heart! |
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