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MOUNT AUBURN.
Imagination revels in the scene,
And fills with fancied forms each alley green,—
Hears Channing preach with eloquence divine,—
Spurzheim philosophy's wise precepts join,—
Heroes address their friends in martial strains,
Tell them of Bunker's Hill and battle-plains;
Others, who braved the dangers of the sea,
To serve their country and preserve it free,
The spangled banner o'er the waves unfurled,
The naval bulwarks of the Western world,
Now safely landed on a peaceful shore,
Where wars no longer rage, nor billows roar,
Still hovering round, may angel wings expand,
Be guardian spirits of their native land.
And fills with fancied forms each alley green,—
Hears Channing preach with eloquence divine,—
Spurzheim philosophy's wise precepts join,—
Heroes address their friends in martial strains,
Tell them of Bunker's Hill and battle-plains;
Others, who braved the dangers of the sea,
To serve their country and preserve it free,
The spangled banner o'er the waves unfurled,
The naval bulwarks of the Western world,
Now safely landed on a peaceful shore,
Where wars no longer rage, nor billows roar,
Still hovering round, may angel wings expand,
Be guardian spirits of their native land.
But see where yonder little cherub lies,
As if sweet sleep had gently closed her eyes!
One beauteous foot across the other thrown,
Calm she reclines, in infant grace, alone.
While gazing on that face so sweet and mild,
The parents still may dream they have a child;
For she, alas! so deeply cherished here,
She was their only one,—thus doubly dear!
As if sweet sleep had gently closed her eyes!
One beauteous foot across the other thrown,
Calm she reclines, in infant grace, alone.
While gazing on that face so sweet and mild,
The parents still may dream they have a child;
For she, alas! so deeply cherished here,
She was their only one,—thus doubly dear!
