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SHREDS AND PATCHES.
TO MRS. HERRICK.
I have learned that the final decision as to the acceptance or rejection of poetry for the Century Magazine lies with a Mrs. Herrick, of Bergen Point, New Jersey.
AS I muse alone and dream,
And write verses by the ream,
Upon Spring, and April's changes climateric,
I infer, as here I sit,
That you'll give my muse the mitt
When you read my rugged verses, Mrs. Herrick.
And write verses by the ream,
Upon Spring, and April's changes climateric,
I infer, as here I sit,
That you'll give my muse the mitt
When you read my rugged verses, Mrs. Herrick.
I have sent you, o'er and o'er,
Squibs, and poems by the score—
Their number would exhaust all words numeric—
But your taste was quite too fine
To think of me or mine:
You quite ignored my genius, Mrs. Herrick.
Squibs, and poems by the score—
Their number would exhaust all words numeric—
But your taste was quite too fine
To think of me or mine:
You quite ignored my genius, Mrs. Herrick.
