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THE spirits, full oft, that in Fancy abide, Show briars 'neath the blossoms of wit that adorn, And hearts that in roses of humor confide Are pierced with asperity's barb which they hide-. Transfixed on their path with adversity's thorn. This mind that found root in the mirth- planted bower Where nettles in touch wfth soft petals appear, Turned to view but the bloom of a ripe nature's dower - A genius of kindliness radiant in flower, With calyx of wit and corolla of cheer. Good-by to his life-growths and loved themes they bring- To the pathos and pleasantry conjured alike, Whose genial conceits to fond memories cling, As his verse bore no venom and satire no sting- Good-by, Mrs. Partington, Blifkins, and Ike! |
| JOHN HARVARD'S MEMORIAL | CONTENTS | A GREETING TO GLADSTONE |
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