[Poems by Stoddard in] James Lorimer Graham, Jr. January 17th. 1894 | ||
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To James Lorimer Graham, Jr.
Now that the hallowed Christmas eve is near,When we must meet, as we are wont to do,
I would give something, if but thanks, to you,
At least the beggar's blessing of a tear.
I made some verse for you a year ago,
Which you, in losing, rated at its worth:
Take it again, with this of later birth,
Scribbled, as that was, while my fire was low.
Let both remind you I have not forgot
What you and yours have done for me and mine:
The little one, who bears your honored name,
And she who shares in patience my hard lot:
Ah! would I knew to frame the mighty line
Should blazon your worth, and make your kindness Fame!
(Christmas Eve, 1865.)
[Poems by Stoddard in] James Lorimer Graham, Jr. January 17th. 1894 | ||