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Poems
A LETTER
My dear and cherished friend:
To you
A letter, serious, sad, but true
I have to write to-day.
I pray that you will lay aside
All sense of anger, scorn and pride
And hear what I must say.
To you
A letter, serious, sad, but true
I have to write to-day.
I pray that you will lay aside
All sense of anger, scorn and pride
And hear what I must say.
Castor and Pollux held their sway
In heaven upon your natal day,
And gave their gifts two-fold;
The first, a loyal tender soul,
Quick to defend, quick to console,
Merry and brave and bold.
In heaven upon your natal day,
And gave their gifts two-fold;
The first, a loyal tender soul,
Quick to defend, quick to console,
Merry and brave and bold.
Winning the love and praise of all,
As easily as toss a ball,
Beauty and genius, too;
A certain gracious deference,
A power to win all confidence,
Were Castor's gifts to you.
As easily as toss a ball,
Beauty and genius, too;
A certain gracious deference,
A power to win all confidence,
Were Castor's gifts to you.
