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Title: Poetical works..
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 1809-1894
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thy gilded nameAnd freighted deep with hopes of fame,Thy leaf is moistened with a tear,The first for many a long, long year ! For be it more or less of art That veils the lowliest human heart Where passion throbs, where friendship glows,Where pitys tender tribute flows,Where love has lit its fragrant fire,And sorrow quenched its vain desire,For me the altar is divine,Its flame, its ashes, — all are mine ! And thou, my brother, as I lookAnd see thee pictured in thy book, Thy years on every page confessedIn shadows lengthening from the west,Thy glance that wanders, as it soughtSome freshly opening flower of thought,Thy hopeful nature, light and free,I start to find myself in thee ! * * * ; Come, vagrant, outcast, wretch for-lornIn leather jerkin stained and torn,Whose talk has filled my idle hourAnd made me half forget the shower,I 11 do at least as much for you,Your coat I 11 patch, your gilt renew,Read you—perhaps — some other time.Not bad, my bargain ! Price one dime! ■;. ■
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Come, vagrant, outcast, wretch forlorn. Page 206. POEMS OF THE CLASS OF 29. 1851 - 1877. BILL AND JOE. Comb, dear old comrade, you and IWill steal an hour from days gone by,The shining days when life was new,And all was bright with morning dew,The lusty days of long ago,When you were Bill and I was Joe. Your name may flaunt a titled trailProud as a cockerels rainbow tail,And mine as brief appendix wearAs Tam OShanters luckless mare ;To-day, old friend, remember stillThat I am Joe and you are Bill. Youve won the great worlds envied prize,And grand you look in peoples eyes,With H 0 N. and L L. D.In big brave letters, fair to see, —Your fist, old fellow ! off they go ! —How are you, Bill ? How are you, Joe? You ve worn the judges ermined robe ;You ve taught your name to half the globe ;You ve sung mankind a deathless strain ;You ve made the dead past live again :The world may call you what it will,But you and I are Jop and Bill. The chaffing young folks stare and say See those old bu

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