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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: OH ! DEAR TO MEMORY ARE THOSE HOURS. Oh ! dear to memory are those hours When every pathway led to flowers; When sticks of peppermint possessVl A sceptre's power o'er the breast, And heaven was round us while we fed On rich ambrosial gingerbread. I bless the days of Infancy, When stealing from my mother's eye, Elysian happiness was found On that celestial field the ground; When we were busied, hands and hearts, In those important things, dirt tarts. Don't smile; for sapient, full-grown man Oft cogitates some mighty plan; And, spell-bound by the bubble dream, He labours till he proves the scheme About as useful and as wise As manufacturing dirt pie. There's many a change on Folly's bells Quite equals mud and oyster-shells. Then shone the meteor rays of Youth; Eclipsing quite the lamp of Truth; And precious those bright sunbeams were, That dried all tears, dispersed all care; That shed a stream of golden joy, Without one atom of alloy: Oh! ne'er in mercy strive to chase Such dazzling phantoms from their place; However trifling, mean, or wild, The deeds may seem of youth or child; SONG OF THE RUSHLIGHT. While they still leave uutarnish'd soul, The iron rod of stern control Should be but gentle in its sway; Nor rend the magic veil away. I doubt if it be kind or wise To quench the light in opening eyes, By preaching fallacy and woe As all that we can meet below. I ne'er respect the ready tongue That augurs sorrow to the young; That aptly plays a sibyl's part, To promise nightshade to the heart. Let them exult! their laugh and song Are rarely known to last too long. Why should we strive with cynic frown To knock their fairy castles down 1 We know that much of pain and s...
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