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POEMS.
Tender freestones, mellow clings,
Nectarines without a scar—
Every one a picture brings
Of redundant groves afar,
Nectarines without a scar—
Every one a picture brings
Of redundant groves afar,
Where the languid natives lie
Under peach-trees day by day,
Visage looking to the sky—
Picking peaches?—No! not they!
Under peach-trees day by day,
Visage looking to the sky—
Picking peaches?—No! not they!
Waiting for the fruit to drop
In each facial orifice!
Surely, plan for gathering crop
Never labor saved as this.
In each facial orifice!
Surely, plan for gathering crop
Never labor saved as this.
Peaches, peaches! everywhere
Trains are carrying thick and fast!
Luxuries that all may share
Ere "peach-season" shall have passed.
Trains are carrying thick and fast!
Luxuries that all may share
Ere "peach-season" shall have passed.
My Dear Religious Paper.
It always comes when I am blue,
And oh! the comfort in it!
I just perspire to read it through
In less than half a minute.
And oh! the comfort in it!
I just perspire to read it through
In less than half a minute.
