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THE ALBUM.
A household treasury, where all that comeMay leave the impression of the varied mind
In pencil's breathing lines, that speak, though dumb;
Or words that give a picture to the blind:
A casket where the gems of thought and art
We gather on life's rugged way are set
In lasting beauty, to renew the heart
When sear'd and sadden'd with this worldly fret;
A glass in which our future will behold
Our present feature, and compare the two.
O may the characters we now unfold
Be such as bear progressive Time's review,
That in these pages eyes unborn may glean
A worthy glimpse of what our lives have been!
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