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miscellaneous poems.
My heart is light—ray garret dry,
And something nice when friends are nigh;
And you, my frolic brother,
Have added to my treasured store
Of pleasant thoughts an item more,
And helped me care to smother.
And something nice when friends are nigh;
And you, my frolic brother,
Have added to my treasured store
Of pleasant thoughts an item more,
And helped me care to smother.
Thus let us while each idle hour,
Pluck here a fruit—cull there a flower,
Bid life new impulse borrow,
And innocently pass our time
Till called unto a happier clime,
That knows not care nor sorrow.
Pluck here a fruit—cull there a flower,
Bid life new impulse borrow,
And innocently pass our time
Till called unto a happier clime,
That knows not care nor sorrow.
THE IMPATIENT.
Why stays he thus? he would be here
If his love equalled mine;—
Methinks, had I one fond caged dove,
I would not let it pine!
If his love equalled mine;—
Methinks, had I one fond caged dove,
I would not let it pine!
