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Can claim no value or utility, —
Therefore shall fragrancy and beauty be
The glory of my sheaves.

So do I gather strength and hope anew;
For well I know thy patient love perceives
Not what I did, but what I strove to do,
And though the full ripe ears be sadly few,
Thou vilt accept my sheaves.

A freedome is a nobill thing

All in a moment, through the gloom were seen

A little rose bloomed in the way
All night the booming minute-gun
Among the beautiful pictures.
Among the joys, 'tis one at eve to sail
And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death!
And thou remembered Sagamore
A night had passed away among the hills
An easy task it is to tread.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
A rock there is whose homely front

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers
Awake thy cloud-harp, angel of the rain!

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!

B.

Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain
Break, break, break

Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board
"Bring forth the horse!" The horse was brought
But wherefore do you droop? Why look you sad?

C.

Call it not vain; they do not err
Could ye.come back to me, Douglas, Douglas
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Fleetly hath passed the year; the seasons came
Fly fro the presse, and dwell with sothfastnesse
Friends of faces unknown, and a land
From harmony, from heavenly harmony

G.

God bless the little feet that never go astray
God bless our father land

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Hear the sledges with the bells.

H.

Heaven opened wide her ever-during gates
Here's to the hero of Moultrie

How beautiful is night

How beautiful is the rain

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank

I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover

I'll woo thee, world, again

I love my God, my country, kind, and kin

I loved him not; yet, now he is gone

In the west, the weary Day

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In what rich harmony, what polished lays

I remember, I remember, the house where I was born

Let Fate do her worst; there are relics of joy
Life, we've been long together

Little thinks in the field, yon red-cloaked clown
Look Nature through, 'tis revolution all
Lost! lost! lost! a gem of countless price
Love is too great a happiness

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My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime
My gun shines in the misty air

My loved, my honored, much respected friend.

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No stir in the air, no stir in the sea

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

Not far advanced was morning day

Nothing resting in its own completeness.

Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray

Oh! why left I my hame? .

O.

O Mary, go and call the cattle home

O Nature! all thy seasons please the eye

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So live, that when thy summons comes to join

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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light.

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