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THE ANTIQUATED CHAPEAU.
I remember—I remember—
That Hat, now worn and dim,
When glossy shone its silky crown,
And eke its curling rim;
When Sundays donned it glory shed
Upon the suit below,
The glancing sunshine in its sheen
Received an added glow.
That Hat, now worn and dim,
When glossy shone its silky crown,
And eke its curling rim;
When Sundays donned it glory shed
Upon the suit below,
The glancing sunshine in its sheen
Received an added glow.
I remember—I remember—
When to the house 't was brought,
The wily jokes that passed around
In asking who was caught;
The repartee that darted back;
The answer prompt and pat;
The full receipt—stop—was it so?
I can't remember that.
When to the house 't was brought,
The wily jokes that passed around
In asking who was caught;
The repartee that darted back;
The answer prompt and pat;
The full receipt—stop—was it so?
I can't remember that.
I remember—I remember—
When first it 'gan to fade,
To save it from a fast decay
The efforts that were made;
The ink put on the browning spots,
And ironed once a week;—
But fading beauty spoke more plain
Than tongue could ever speak.
When first it 'gan to fade,
To save it from a fast decay
The efforts that were made;
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And ironed once a week;—
But fading beauty spoke more plain
Than tongue could ever speak.
I remember—I remember—
When last that hat was worn,
Its top was rusty at the verge,
Its rim was sadly torn;
Its polished sheen had vanished all
That charmed in other days—
Its crown a continent of felt,
Indented round with bays.
When last that hat was worn,
Its top was rusty at the verge,
Its rim was sadly torn;
Its polished sheen had vanished all
That charmed in other days—
Its crown a continent of felt,
Indented round with bays.
I remember—I remember—
What parsons used to say,
When I attended to their calls,
That all things must decay;
Then let me wisdom gain from thee,
My old hat on the shelf,
And heed the lesson thou dost teach,—
I must decay myself.
What parsons used to say,
When I attended to their calls,
That all things must decay;
Then let me wisdom gain from thee,
My old hat on the shelf,
And heed the lesson thou dost teach,—
I must decay myself.
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