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They know me as their son, for side by side,
They were coeval with my ancestors,
Adorned with them my country's primitive times,
And soon may give my dust their funeral shade.
Concord, June, 1827.
GOOD HOPE
The cup of life is not so shallow
That we have drained the best,
That all the wine at once we swallow
And lees make all the rest.
Maids of as soft a bloom shall marry
As Hymen yet hath blessed,
And fairer forms are in the quarry
Than Phidias released.
1827.
LINES TO ELLEN
Tell me, maiden, dost thou use
Thyself thro' Nature to diffuse?
All the angles of the coast
