A Governor's Verses

At nlghtfaU by the fireïight's cheor, My Httk Margarct sits me near And bees me teil of tilines that weit Wlicn I was little, just like her. Ah I little Upa, you touch the sprinp Of swcetCRt, sad remembring, And hearth and hertrt llath Í11 aglow With ruddy tints of long ago. I at my father's fireside sit, Yountfestof all who cirele it, And l'Cfi hlm tfl] me wh;it did he When he was 1 ü tic, just like me.