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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

FROM "THE COLLEGIAN," 1830, ILLUSTRATED ANNUALS, ETC.

Nescit vox missa reverti. -HORAT. Ars Poetica.

Ab iis quæ non adjuvant quam mollissime oportet pedem referre.QUINTILIAN, L. VI. C. 4.

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"Go, paint the birch's silver rind,

And quilt the peach with softer down;

Who oft had cheered them with her Up with the willow's trailing threads,

song;

She waved a mutilated arm,

Off with the sunflower's radiant crown!

And silence held the listening throng. "Go, plant the lily on the shore,

And set the rose among the waves,

"Sweet friends," the gentle nymph be- And bid the tropic bud unbind

gan,

"From opening bud to withering leaf, One common lot has bound us all, In every change of joy and grief.

1 Written after a general pruning of the trees

around Harvard College.

Its silken zone in arctic caves;

"Bring bellows for the panting winds,
Hang up a lantern by the moon,
And give the nightingale a fife,
And lend the eagle a balloon!

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THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR.

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There was not one among them all
Could say from whence he came ;
Nor beardless boy, nor ancient man,
Could tell that stranger's name.

All silent as the sheeted dead,

In spite of sneer and frown,
Fast by a gray-haired senior's side
He sat him boldly down.

There was a look of horror flashed
From out the tutor's eyes;
When all around him rose to pray,
The stranger did not rise!

A murmur broke along the crowd,
The prayer was at an end;
With ringing heels and measured tread,
A hundred forms descend.

Through sounding aisle, o'er grating stair,

The long procession poured,
Till all were gathered on the seats
Around the Commons board.

That fearful stranger! down he sat,
Unasked, yet undismayed;

THERE was a sound of hurrying feet, And on his lip a rising smile

A tramp on echoing stairs,

1 A little poem, on a similar occasion, may be found in the works of Swift, from which, perhaps, the idea was borrowed; although I was as much surprised as amused to meet with it some time after writing the preceding lines.

Of scorn or pleasure played.

He took his hat and hung it up,

With slow but earnest air; He stripped his coat from off his back, And placed it on a chair.

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