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LONGFELLOW: LN MEMORIAM.
LINES FOR LONGFELLOW'S BIRTHDAY.
TO the land of granite and ice,
In the month of frost and snow,
A strain of music from Paradise
Came seeking a home below.
It entered a child's white heart,
And the little human tent
Grew to a shrine for its guest divine, —
The poem the gods had sent.
Now the rocky hills are crossed
By snatches of happy tune.
The month of darkness and frost
We honor above the June.
For thou, O poet we love,
Art the bloom of our northern clime,
And we know that song, through the ages long,
Is the sweetest fruit of time.
LONGFELLOW: IN MEMORIAM.
ALAS, our harp of harps ! the instrument
On whose fine strings the nymph Parnassus-bred
