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'Midst the men and things which will	A
Haunt an old man's memory still	A
Drollest quaintest of them all	B
With a boy's laugh I recall	B
Good old Abram Morrison	C
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When the Grist and Rolling Mill	A
Ground and rumbled by Po Hill	A
And the old red school house stood	D
Midway in the Powow's flood	E
Here dwelt Abram Morrison	C
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From the Beach to far beyond	F
Bear Hill Lion's Mouth and Pond	F
Marvellous to our tough old stock	G
Chips o' the Anglo Saxon block	G
Seemed the Celtic Morrison	C
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Mudknock Balmawhistle all	B
Only knew the Yankee drawl	B
Never brogue was heard till when	H
Foremost of his countrymen	I
Hither came Friend Morrison	C
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Yankee born of alien blood	E
Kin of his had well withstood	D
Pope and King with pike and ball	B
Under Derry's leaguered wall	B
As became the Morrisons	J
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Wandering down from Nutfield woods	J
With his household and his goods	J
Never was it clearly told	K
How within our quiet fold	K
Came to be a Morrison	C
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Once a soldier blame him not	L
That the Quaker he forgot	L
When to think of battles won	C
And the red coats on the run	C
Laughed aloud Friend Morrison	C
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From gray Lewis over sea	J
Bore his sires their family tree	J
On the rugged boughs of it	M
Grafting Irish mirth and wit	M
And the brogue of Morrison	C
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Half a genius quick to plan	N
Blundering like an Irishman	C
But with canny shrewdness lent	O
By his far off Scotch descent	O
Such was Abram Morrison	C
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Back and forth to daily meals	J
Rode his cherished pig on wheels	J
And to all who came to see	J
'Aisier for the pig an' me	J
Sure it is ' said Morrison	C
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Simple hearted boy o'er grown	P
With a humor quite his own	P
Of our sober stepping ways	J
Speech and look and cautious phrase	J
Slow to learn was Morrison	C
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Much we loved his stories told	K
Of a country strange and old	K
Where the fairies danced till dawn	Q
And the goblin Leprecaun	Q
Looked we thought like Morrison	Q
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Or wild tales of feud and fight	R
Witch and troll and second sight	R
Whispered still where Stornoway	S
Looks across its stormy bay	T
Once the home of Morrisons	J
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First was he to sing the praise	J
Of the Powow's winding ways	J
And our straggling village took	U
City grandeur to the look	U
Of its poet Morrison	Q
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All his words have perished Shame	V
On the saddle bags of Fame	V
That they bring not to our time	W
One poor couplet of the rhyme	W
Made by Abram Morrison	Q
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When on calm and fair First Days	J
Rattled down our one horse chaise	J
Through the blossomed apple boughs	J
To the old brown meeting house	J
There was Abram Morrison	Q
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Underneath his hat's broad brim	X
Peered the queer old face of him	X
And with Irish jauntiness	J
Swung the coat tails of the dress	J
Worn by Abram Morrison	Q
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Still in memory on his feet	Y
Leaning o'er the elders' seat	Y
Mingling with a solemn drone	Q
Celtic accents all his own	Q
Rises Abram Morrison	Q
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'Don't ' he's pleading 'don't ye go	Z
Dear young friends to sight and show	Z
Don't run after elephants	J
Learned pigs and presidents	J
And the likes ' said Morrison	Q
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On his well worn theme intent	O
Simple child like innocent	A2
Heaven forgive the half checked smile	B2
Of our careless boyhood while	B2
Listening to Friend Morrison	Q
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We have learned in later days	J
Truth may speak in simplest phrase	J
That the man is not the less	J
For quaint ways and home spun dress	J
Thanks to Abram Morrison	Q
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Not to pander nor to please	J
Come the needed homilies	J
With no lofty argument	A2
Is the fitting message sent	O
Through such lips as Morrison's	J
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Dead and gone But while its track	C2
Powow keeps to Merrimac	C2
While Po Hill is still on guard	D2
Looking land and ocean ward	E2
They shall tell of Morrison	Q
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After half a century's lapse	J
We are wiser now perhaps	J
But we miss our streets amid	F2
Something which the past has hid	F2
Lost with Abram Morrison	Q
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Gone forever with the queer	G2
Characters of that old year	G2
Now the many are as one	Q
Broken is the mould that run	Q
Men like Abram Morrison	Q

John Greenleaf Whittier

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