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... ; if they wear One streak of morn or evening's glow , Accept them ; but to me more fair The buds of song that never blow . April 8 , 1862 . EARLIER POEMS 1830-1836 OLD IRONSIDES This was the popular name xiv TO MY READERS.
... ; if they wear One streak of morn or evening's glow , Accept them ; but to me more fair The buds of song that never blow . April 8 , 1862 . EARLIER POEMS 1830-1836 OLD IRONSIDES This was the popular name xiv TO MY READERS.
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Page 2 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 1 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.