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POEMS.
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For he thought upon the sunny time,
When he in all his youth's fresh prime,
      Each change defied.

And his heart with yearning fondness turned
To those years when falsehood he had spurned,
      With proud disdain;
And he humbly knelt him down to pray
That the peace he felt in childhood's day
      Might come again.

And granted was that chastened prayer,
Breathed forth in deep repentance there,
      With bended knee;
For gentle was his calm decay,
And they laid him, when he pass'd away,
      'Neath the Withered Tree.
H. A.