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POEMS

BY

ELIZABETH ANN TWENTYMAN.

'' O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings
He shall so hear the solemn hymn, tiiat Death
Has lifted up for all, that ho shall go
To his long resting-place without a tear."

Longfellow.

LONDON: GEO. ROL'TLEDGE & SONS.

EDINBURGH: J. MENZIES & Co.

CARLISLE: GEO. COWARD.

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DEDICATED.

BY PERMISSION,

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

With pride, .with love, I dedicate my beok, \

To one, world-known, and tenderly revered:'' I am, at best, a lowly murmuring brook,"

Lost sight of when the broad," deep ocean's aear'd. Yet have I dipt my urn in Nature's witves,

I draw it forth from the rich streams of Truth, To win young feet unto the tide that saves,

Bright for the eyes of innocence and youth.
I fain would sing soft music, sweetest, best:—

An altar raise for Life, in life's fair morn;
Would make more clear the path that leads to rest,

Yea, from the cradle of the child new born; And the declivity that leads to death

Embalm with teachings from our^Saviour's breath.

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