TO A SUMMER HAUNT.
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BY HENRY T. TUCKERMAN.
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When cradled on thy placid breast,
In hushed content I loved to muse,
Too full the heart, too sweet the rest
For thought and speech to interfuse.
But now, when thou art shrined afar,
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BY HENRY T. TUCKERMAN.
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When cradled on thy placid breast,
In hushed content I loved to muse,
Too full the heart, too sweet the rest
For thought and speech to interfuse.
But now, when thou art shrined afar,