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'Tis once in life our dreams come true	A
The myths of long ago	B
Quite real though fairy like their view	A
They surge with ebb and flow	B
Thus thou O haunt of childhood dreams	C
More beauteous and fair	D
Than Nature's landscape and her streams	C
Historic Harvard Square	D
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My soul hath panted long for thee	E
Like as the wounded hart	F
That vainly strives himself to free	E
Full from the archer's dart	F
And struggled oft all all alone	G
With burdens hard to bear	D
But now I stand at Wisdom's throne	G
To night in Harvard Square	D
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A night most tranquil I was proud	H
My thoughts soared up afar	I
To moonbeams pouring through the cloud	H
Or some lone twinkling star	I
And musing thus my quickened pace	J
Beat to the printery's glare	D
Where first I saw a friendly face	J
In classic Harvard Square	D
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Ho stranger thou art wan and worn	K
Of journey's wear and tear	D
Thy face all haggard and forlorn	K
Pray tell me whence and where	D
I came from out the Sunny South	L
The spot on earth most fair	D
Fell lisping from my trembling mouth	L
In search of Harvard Square	D
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Here rest my friend upon this seat	M
And feel thyself at home	N
I'll bring thee forth some drink and meat	M
'Twill give thee back thy form	O
And then I prayed the Lord to bless	P
Us and that little lair	D
Quite sure I thought I had found rest	Q
Most sweet in Harvard Square	D
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I came I said o'er stony ways	R
Through mountain hill and dale	S
I've felt old Sol's most scorching rays	R
And braved the stormy gale	S
I've done this Printer not for gold	T
Nor diamonds rich and rare	D
But for a burning in my soul	U
To learn in Harvard Square	D
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I've journeyed long without a drink	V
Nor yet a bite of bread	W
While in this state O Printer think	V
No shelter for my head	W
I mused 'Hope's yet this side the grave'	A
My pluck and courage there	D
Then made my languid heart bear brave	A
Each throb for Harvard Square	D
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A sound soon hushed my heart's rejoice	X
The watchman on his search	Y
No rang the printer's gentle voice	X
'Deak' Wilson in from church	Y
O'er there good 'Deak' the printer said	W
The wanderer in that chair	D
Hath come to seek the lore deep laid	Z
Up here in Harvard Square	D
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It matters not how you implore	A2
He can no longer stay	B2
But on the night's 'Plutonian shore '	-
Await the coming day	B2
I'm sorry sir he calmly said	W
Though hard I guess 'tis fair	D
Thou hast no place to lay thy head	W
Not yet in Harvard Square	D
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Good night he said and we the same	C2
I sighed Where shall I go	B
He soon returned and with him came	C2
An officer and Oh	B
Now sir you take this forlorn tramp	D2
With all his shabby ware	D
And guide him safely off the 'Camp'	D2
Of dear old Harvard Square	D
	-
As soon as locked within the jail	S
Deep in a ghastly cell	E2
Methought I heard the bitter wail	S
Of all the fiends of hell	E2
O God to Thee I humbly pray	B2
No treacherous prison snare	D
Shall close my soul within for aye	F2
From dear old Harvard Square	D
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Just then I saw an holy Sprite	G2
Shed all her radiant beams	C
And round her shone the source of light	G2
Of all the poets' dreams	C
I plied my pen in sober use	H2
And spent each moment spare	D
In sweet communion with the Muse	I2
I met in Harvard Square	D
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I cried Fair Goddess hear my tale	S
Of sorrow grief and pain	J2
That made her face an ashen pale	S
But soon it glowed again	K2
They placed me here and this my crime	L2
Writ on their pages fair	D
'He left his sunny native clime	L2
And came to Harvard Square '	-
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Weep not my son thy way is hard	M2
Thy weary journey long	N2
But thus I choose my favorite bard	M2
To sing my sweetest song	N2
I'll strike the key note of my art	F
And guide with tend'rest care	D
And breathe a song into thy heart	F
To honor Harvard Square	D
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I called old Homer long ago	B
And made him beg his bread	W
Through seven cities ye all know	B
His body fought for dead	W
Spurn not oppression's blighting sting	O2
Nor scorn thy lowly fare	D
By them I'll teach thy soul to sing	O2
The songs of Harvard Square	D
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I placed great Dante in exile	P2
And Byron had his turns	Q2
Then Keats and Shelley smote the while	P2
And my immortal Burns	Q2
But thee I'll build a sacred shrine	R2
A store of all my ware	D
By them I'll teach thy soul to sing	O2
'A place in Harvard Square '	-
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To some a store of mystic lore	A2
To some to shine a star	I
The first I gave to Allan Poe	B
The last to Paul Dunbar	I
Since thou hast waited patient long	N2
Now by my throne I swear	D
To give to thee my sweetest song	N2
To sing in Harvard Square	D
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And when she gave her parting kiss	S2
And bade a long farewell	E2
I sat serene in perfect bliss	S2
As she forsook my cell	E2
Upon the altar fire she poured	T2
Some incense very rare	D
Its fragrance sweet my soul assured	U2
I'd enter Harvard Square	D
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Reclining on my couch I slept	V2
A sleep sweet and profound	W2
O'er me the blessed angels kept	V2
Their vigil close around	W2
With dawning's smile my fondest hope	D2
Shone radiant and fair	D
The Justice cut each chain and rope	D2
'Tween me and Harvard Square	D
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Cell No East Cambridge Jail Cambridge Mass July	F2

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