- The Clouds Return After The Rain
Dark and yet darker my day's clouded o'er;
Are its bright joys all fled, and its sunshine no more?
I look to the skies for the bright bow in vain,
For constantly "clouds return after the rain."
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- To My Friend Mr. J. Ellis
To thee, the guardian of my youthful days,
Fain would I pay some tribute of respect;
And though it falls far short of thy desert,
The will to do thee justice thou'lt accept.
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- The Morning Drive
FOR MY DAUGHTER MARGARET.
Very like to a dream,
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- Written Upon Receiving A New Year's Gift
I have a little Grandchild dear,
Who sends to me on each new year
A valuable present:
Not costly gift from store-house bought,
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- For My Friend Mrs. R
When writing to you, friend, a subject I'd find
In which there's both pleasure and profit combined,
And though what I've chosen may pain in review,
Yet still there's strange mingling of pleasure there too.
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