The Poet’s soul is fraught
With mightiest speech, when loneliest the day;
And fires are brightest, that in midnight burn.
MARION’S SONG IN THE SCHOOL-ROOM.
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BY FRANCIS S. OSGOOD.
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Away with you, ye musty tomes!
I’ll read no more this morning!
The Poet’s soul is fraught
With mightiest speech, when loneliest the day;
And fires are brightest, that in midnight burn.
———
BY FRANCIS S. OSGOOD.
———
Away with you, ye musty tomes!
I’ll read no more this morning!