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POEMS.
Each tender light and shade—and visionary gleams
I bring from magic isles, the fairy-land of dreams!
Think kindly of my freight—it may be great or small,—
Whate'er it be, dear friends, I give my best, my all.
I bring from magic isles, the fairy-land of dreams!
Think kindly of my freight—it may be great or small,—
Whate'er it be, dear friends, I give my best, my all.
Farewell, farewell, dear hearts, I would that when you look
For a little space in the pages of my book,
You would forget its faults, and only strive to take
All that is worthiest there, for love and friendship's sake.
They are but swallow flights, that with the summer, wing
Their way to happier shores where dwells eternal spring!
For a little space in the pages of my book,
You would forget its faults, and only strive to take
All that is worthiest there, for love and friendship's sake.
They are but swallow flights, that with the summer, wing
Their way to happier shores where dwells eternal spring!
