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    Reminiscent Poems Part 3 From Volume II of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier
    Reminiscent Poems Part 3 From Volume II of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier
    Reminiscent Poems Part 3 From Volume II of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier
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    Reminiscent Poems Part 3 From Volume II of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier

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    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      Reminiscent Poems Part 3 From Volume II of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier - John Greenleaf Whittier

      Project Gutenberg EBook, Reminiscent Poems by John Greenleaf Whittier Volume II., The Works of Whittier: Poems of Nature, Poems Subjective and Reminiscent, Religious Poems #15 in our series by John Greenleaf Whittier

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      Title: Reminiscent Poems , From Poems of Nature, Poems Subjective and Reminiscent and Religious Poems Volume II., The Works of Whittier

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      POEMS OF NATURE

      POEMS SUBJECTIVE AND REMINISCENT

      RELIGIOUS POEMS

      BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

      CONTENTS:

      POEMS SUBJECTIVE AND REMINISCENT: MEMORIES RAPHAEL EGO THE PUMPKIN FORGIVENESS TO MY SISTER MY THANKS REMEMBRANCE MY NAMESAKE A MEMORY MY DREAM THE BAREFOOT BOY MY PSALM THE WAITING

      POEMS SUBJECTIVE AND REMINISCENT MEMORIES

      A beautiful and happy girl,

      With step as light as summer air,

      Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,

      Shadowed by many a careless curl

      Of unconfined and flowing hair;

      A seeming child in everything,

      Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms,

      As Nature wears the smile of Spring

      When sinking into Summer's arms.

      A mind rejoicing in the light

      Which melted through its graceful bower,

      Leaf after leaf, dew-moist and bright,

      And stainless in its holy white,

      Unfolding like a morning flower

      A heart, which, like a fine-toned lute,

      With every breath of feeling woke,

      And, even when the tongue was mute,

      From eye and lip in music spoke.

      How thrills once more the lengthening chain

      Of memory, at the thought of thee!

      Old hopes which long in dust have lain

      Old dreams, come

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