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 | Miami Woods : a golden wedding and other poems |  |
My thoughts, exultant o'er the strides of time,
Flow as they list in novel cadences.—
A cheerful melody, learned long ago,
But half forgotten now, comes stealing up
Among remembered tones of other years,
And breaks in fitful murmurs from my lips:—
To this the currents of my musing flow
Flow as they list in novel cadences.—
A cheerful melody, learned long ago,
But half forgotten now, comes stealing up
Among remembered tones of other years,
And breaks in fitful murmurs from my lips:—
To this the currents of my musing flow
| Miami Woods : a golden wedding and other poems | |