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INTRODUCTION TO AN ALBUM.
Gleaner! the field's before thee. Many a sheafWhiteneth the ground, which thou may'st freely take
Into thy garner. Friendship's clusters bend
In ruddy ripeness, and the flowers of Love
Breath fresh perfume for thee. Go ask of Wit.
His sparkling diamond, win from Fancy's hand
Her frost-work talisman, from Mirth require
Such garland as she weaves in Music's bower,
And search for gold in Wisdom's heaven wrought mine.
Perchance the hoary Sage a gem may grant
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In tender meekness deck thy penoil'd vase.
And as the Gleaner from the fruitful fields
Of Boaz, gathering where the reapers strew'd,
Came to her Mother at the close of day
With welcome store and brightly glowing smile
So bring thy gifts to Memory's treasure-shrine.
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