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'Tis Sweet to Escape.
1847.
'Tis sweet to escape from the noise of the city,
And spend one free day with a few we hold dear,
Who—all of them pleasant, and some of them witty—
Are sure to make that day the gem of the year.
And spend one free day with a few we hold dear,
Who—all of them pleasant, and some of them witty—
Are sure to make that day the gem of the year.
The Thames that rolls by with its freightage of treasure,
Must ebb—while we sit—in its changeful career;
But no ebb shall take place in our spring-tide of pleasure,
Till the sun has gone down on this gem of the year!
Must ebb—while we sit—in its changeful career;
But no ebb shall take place in our spring-tide of pleasure,
Till the sun has gone down on this gem of the year!
If the days we have passed had their trouble or sorrow,
If the heart had its pang and the eye had its tear,—
Sad thought may return with the gloom of to-morrow;
Such thought shall not sully this gem of the year!
If the heart had its pang and the eye had its tear,—
Sad thought may return with the gloom of to-morrow;
Such thought shall not sully this gem of the year!
'Tis a banquet of Friendship, which after-reflection
The deeper shall hallow, the more shall endear;
For long shall come back on each pleased recollection
The beauty and light of this gem of the year!
The deeper shall hallow, the more shall endear;
For long shall come back on each pleased recollection
The beauty and light of this gem of the year!
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