 | The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier |  |
AN AUTOGRAPH.
The years that since we met have flownLeave as they found me, still alone:
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Are mine the heart of age to cheer.
More favored thou, with hair less gray
Than mine, canst let thy fancy stray
To where thy little Constance sees
The prairie ripple in the breeze;
For one like her to lisp thy name
Is better than the voice of fame.
| The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier | |