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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848, BY B. B. MUSSEY & C 0. In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.


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I LovE the old melodious lays Which softly melt the ages through,

The songs of Spenser's golden days,

Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase,

Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew.

Yet, vainly in my quiet hours
To breathe their marvellous notes I try;
I feel them, as the leaves and flowers
In silence feel the dewy showers,

And drink with glad still lips the blessing of the sky.

The rigor of a frozen clime, The harshness of an untaught ear,

The jarring words of one whose rhyme

Beat often Labor's hurried time,

Or Duty's rugged march through storm and strife, are here.

Of mystic beauty, dreamy grace, No rounded art the lack supplies;

Unskilled the subtle lines to trace

Or softer shades of Nature's face,

I view her common forms with unanointed eyes.

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