 | A collection of poems on various subjects |  |
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BELMONT,
THE SEAT OF MAJOR BISSET.
Sweet Belmont be my theme! the while
A grateful wanderer shall pay
His little tribute for the smile,
That did his lone and rugged way
With hospitality beguile.
A grateful wanderer shall pay
His little tribute for the smile,
That did his lone and rugged way
With hospitality beguile.
And sweeter was that smile, for he
In vain had looked for it before,
Where first he hoped its beam to see;
And near despair'd to see it more
In men of loftier degree.
In vain had looked for it before,
Where first he hoped its beam to see;
And near despair'd to see it more
In men of loftier degree.
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O Belmont! 'twas a son of care
You welcom'd to your friendly door—
A poor and noteless wanderer,
Whose days of rest and joy seem'd o'er,
'Ere mellow yet life's summer were!
You welcom'd to your friendly door—
A poor and noteless wanderer,
Whose days of rest and joy seem'd o'er,
'Ere mellow yet life's summer were!
But not a son of care, thy guest,
He sat beside thy friendly board;
Not half so plenteous in its feast
As that it was with welcome stor'd,
Which is the fare of richest taste.
He sat beside thy friendly board;
Not half so plenteous in its feast
As that it was with welcome stor'd,
Which is the fare of richest taste.
Yes he, impell'd by adverse fate
From ev'ry tie of love to roam,
As by your social board he sate,
Forgot he was without a home,
With your benignant smile elate!
From ev'ry tie of love to roam,
As by your social board he sate,
Forgot he was without a home,
With your benignant smile elate!
O Belmont! hear my humble lay,
Nor turn thee from the grateful meed—
The meed that yet is proud to say,
'Twou'd ne'er have sought thy smile, indeed,
Tho' fain it would thy smile repay.
Nor turn thee from the grateful meed—
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'Twou'd ne'er have sought thy smile, indeed,
Tho' fain it would thy smile repay.
Now, fare thee well!—where'er I roam,
Whene'er a welcome smile I see,
Belmont, the thought of thee shall come,
That when a wanderer, with thee
I found the sweets of sweetest home!
Whene'er a welcome smile I see,
Belmont, the thought of thee shall come,
That when a wanderer, with thee
I found the sweets of sweetest home!
| A collection of poems on various subjects | |