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Title: Poems
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke, 1811-1850 Darley, ---- Osgood, Samuel Stillman
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Publisher: Philadelphia, Carey and Hart
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ture embracing her Father and God! No temple can match, with a glory so solemn, The forest-cathedral that rises around;The pines stately, shaft, for the fair marble column, All veind with the sunlight, and gracefully crownd; 184 POEMS. Its dome—the unlimited arch glowing oer us; Its censer—yon budding spray, swung by the bi eeze :Its music—the hymn of the fountain before us; Its light—heavens smile, stealing soft through the trees And oh ! the bright treasures around and below us,The buds of the wild mountain-laurel, behold ! So perfect, so gem-like ! where, where will you show usA richer mosaic in temple of old ? Profane not the place by so base a libation! Look around ye—look upward ! and drink if ye dare !Away with the wine-cup, the curse of creation ! Yon fount has enough for us all, and to spare. IMPROMPTU, TO I would be true to Truth, and so to beHow can I help Inconstancy to thee ?Since thou hast such a reverence for the maid,That even to approach her3 thourt afraid !
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(® IB IF GSD E !■■■! © S OLD FRIENDS. 185 OLD FRIENDS. Cold blows the bleak wind around the lone stranger,Wild beat the snows in his thin waving hair, One only true friend,—his old faithful Ranger,Clings to his side in his wintry despair. Sad and forsaken, his heart throbbing slowly, His limbs numbd and aching, his eyes dim with tears, Back steals remembrance, with grief sweet and holy,Back steals remembrance to happier years. One only true friend, his old faithful Ranger, Clings to his side in his wintry despair;Wild blows the bleak wind around the lone stranger, Drear drifts the snow in his thin waving hair Hunger and age, they have done their work drearily, Yet is the forest tree grand in its fall;Faith and affection, still gleaming out cheerily, Like the sun, oer the scene, halo it all. Q2 186 POEMS. THE HOURS AWAKING THE MORNING. A PICTURE BY HOWARD. She sleeps ! on her cloud-pillows softly reclining,Her glowing cheek dimples with dreamy delight, Around her white should

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