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GROWLER GRIMES DREAM. 285
For the royal sunshine uplifted her,
And gave her a shining crown Quite above them all.
Tell her name ? you ask :
Twas a star-eyed thistle-down !
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a I THY should I be so thankful, pray?"
VV Grim Growler, reading, roughly spake. "I ve had my own hard row to hoe
My way all through the world to make ; I ve earned the comforts that I own,
I ve rubbed my lot to make it bright ; I ve toiled, as any man may do,
And hold my place to-day of right."
Thanksgiving Eve ! yet thankless thoughts
Came trooping through old Growler s brain, As he sat sipping crusty port
And counting up his worldly gain. Upon the printed page, laid down,
Some words, it seemed, had caught his eye Of thanks that were the morrow s due
For blessings sent us from on high.
But when the twilight dusky grew, And leaping firelight flickered faint,
Beside his hearthstone something stood A Presence, white robed like a saint ;