University of Virginia Library

TO HON. SENATOR POMEROY.

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[These lines were written in honor of the above gentleman, to whom the temperance cause is so much indebted.]

Howard University, Washington, D. C.

Dear Sir:

Thy name, within my book,
Is like an eagle's wing,
It bears each rhyme unto the prince,
And onward to the king.
And also shines on history's page,
It dazzles every eye,

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Because it 's like a twinkle from
A rainbow in the sky.
And now its light reflects upon
Thy many honored deeds,
On all my race by thee bestowed,
In shape of wisdom's seeds.
Thy country, sir, has read this book,
And looked upon thy name;
No anger burned within her breast,
On cheek no blush of shame.
And, too, she 's also proud of thee—
She want's ten thousand more,
Whose hand is open like the king's—
Extended to the poor.
She blessed the day that gave thee birth—
Will multiply thy days,
Of all her bright and rising sons,
Kind friend thou hast the praise.