MISSED.
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Missed.
Untenanted their mansion stands,
Bereft of every trace
Of those whose dextrous, facile hands,
Could so control unwieldy plans,
And things dispose in place.
Bereft of every trace
Of those whose dextrous, facile hands,
Could so control unwieldy plans,
And things dispose in place.
All through these Indian Summer days,
Upon the terrace lie
The mellow sunlight's golden rays,
That flash athwart the dreamy haze
Beneath the Autumn sky.
Upon the terrace lie
The mellow sunlight's golden rays,
That flash athwart the dreamy haze
Beneath the Autumn sky.
Before the portal, where no feet
Disturb the leaves, all sere,
We pause, and half expect to greet
The loving friends we used to meet—
Alas! they are not here.
Disturb the leaves, all sere,
We pause, and half expect to greet
The loving friends we used to meet—
Alas! they are not here.
We miss them ever, just the same
As when they went away,
And just as fondly breathe their name
As neighbors gather and exclaim:
"Would they were here to-day!"
As when they went away,
And just as fondly breathe their name
As neighbors gather and exclaim:
"Would they were here to-day!"
In social cheer, and labor wrought
We recognize the lack
We recognize the lack
