For a Friend's Album.
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Oh happy thoughts! oh glorious dreams!
They haunt me evermore,
As I sit within the moonlight
That streams across the floor.
They haunt me evermore,
As I sit within the moonlight
That streams across the floor.
FOR A FRIEND'S ALBUM.
"WHAT is an Album's use?" quoth I,
When lo, a little sprite
Hovering near 'twixt earth and sky,
At hearing, laughed outright—
And turning, whirling, down he flew
Quite near my puzzled face,
"An Album's use? I thought you knew
'Tis folly's resting place.
When lo, a little sprite
Hovering near 'twixt earth and sky,
At hearing, laughed outright—
And turning, whirling, down he flew
Quite near my puzzled face,
"An Album's use? I thought you knew
'Tis folly's resting place.
"Just compliment the lady fair
Upon her lustrous eyes,
Her dimpled cheeks and glossy hair,
She'll think you wondrous wise,
Possessed of strong discerning power
Such beauties to perceive,
Where none but she had e'er before
Their presence dared believe."
Upon her lustrous eyes,
Her dimpled cheeks and glossy hair,
She'll think you wondrous wise,
Possessed of strong discerning power
Such beauties to perceive,
Where none but she had e'er before
Their presence dared believe."
