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Canning, Josiah D. (1816-1892)

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VISION OF POESY.

FIRE-SIDE MUSINGS

EPISTLE TO A BROTHER IN VIRGINIA.

A SKETCH FROM LIFE.

THE WISCONSIN MOON.

LIFE—ITS DISCONTENTS.

ON READING BEATTIE'S “MINSTREL.”

EPISTLE TO T. S********.

[O, ye who make so much ado]

[Whene'er we ope the Holy Book]

THE FIRST PSALM.

INVOCATION OF THE MUSES.

HAPPINESS—AN ACROSTIC.

[My patriot fathers, where are ye]

LINES TO A BULLET.

APOSTROPHE TO NEW-ENGLAND.

[Ye woodlands mourn, ye fields, ye streams, ]

BY UMPACHENA'S RUSHING STREAM.

[Oft in the silent watches of the night]

[Life's like a stream whose waters run ]

A TALE OF OTHER DAYS.

TO THE “SALT” OF ****

[Fear not to put your trust in God ]

TO THOSE WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.

ON THE FALL OF A MIGHTY OAK.

AURORA BOREALIS.

[Connecticut, the stream that flows ]

IN VIEWING A RUINED HABITATION.

TO HYPOCHONDRIA.

EPISTLE TO A YOUNG LADY.

ON A CERTAIN INVETERATE PRATER.

SECOND EPISTLE TO JNO. FRISSELL, M. D.

ON A CERTAIN LAWYER.

The character of a certain mischief-making person given in short.

A CHARITABLE EPITAPH.

EPISTLE TO SWAN,

FRAGMENT OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.

LETTER TO THE EDITORS OF THE OLD COUNTY PAPER.

DAY DREAMS—NO FICTION.

ODE TO ADVERSITY.

THE INDIAN GONE!

SECOND EPISTLE TO MINSTREL SWAN.

LINES WRITTEN IN A BIBLE.

TO A BLACKBIRD,

VERSES TO AN ABORIGINAL RELIC,

AMOR PATRIAE—A FRAGMENT.

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HAPPINESS—AN ACROSTIC.

Hail Happiness! who can the word define?
All search for it as for a hidden mine
Placed deep within the bowels of the earth,
Pregnant with golden ores of untold worth.
It 's like the stone which alchymists would get,
Numbers have sought but none have found it yet.
Earth has it not. It is a fabled thing
Short-sighted mortals follow on the wing,
Serving the bard as theme whereof to sing.