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Sonnet,
To the Rev. James Flint, D. D., On reading his Collection of Poems.
The Poet often strives, on eagle's wings,Above the earth, and all it holds to soar;
Forgetting humble, and familiar things,
Which touch the heart, and thus improve us more.
Not such thy Verse, beloved, and honored Friend!
Which loves our earthly griefs, and joys to share;
And doth amusement with instruction blend,
Dwelling on every object grand and fair.
Of Change it tells, propitious, or adverse,
That, in Time's flight, our own New England's known;
And doth, in pensive, pleasing strains, rehearse
The changes which Old Harvard's halls have shown.
Thine too are Hymns; that elevate and cheer,
And all our homes, and temples more endear.
Poem No. 542; October 1852
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