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My Song

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Parent Issue
Day
24
Month
March
Year
1876
Copyright
Public Domain
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DY FBEDEIUCK LOCKEIt, You aik a Bonpc, Snoh as of yore, au autumn's evenüae, Some biest bov-poet caroll'd- and then rtied. Nay, ƒ have sung too long. gay, hall I fliag V Bigh to beauty at her winclow-pine ? I sang there once ; might I ntt once again ? Or teil me whoin to sing. The peer of peera? Lord of the weallh that Rives liis tima fiup'oy - Time to posBeps, but hardly to onjoy - He cannot need mu tea. The man of inind Or priest, who darkens wnat is olear as day ? I cannot sfng them, yet I will not nay Such guideB are wholly blind. -The orator ? He quiet lie where yon freph hillock lieaves ; 'Twerewell to spriukle there those laurel leaves He won - bnt ncver wore, Or ehall I twiue A cypreBB? Wreath of glory and cf glooin- To march a gallant goWicr to his doom Needs fuller -yoice than mine-. No lay have I, No murmured meaRure meet for your delight, No song of love and death to make you quite Forget that we must die. Somcthing is wrong- The world is overwise ; or, more's the pity, TheBe days are f ar too busy for a ditty, yet take it- take tny soug.

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Old News
Michigan Argus