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good_, _excellent_. Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning; Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie; And if for cold it hap to die, We'll bury it in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry.--WITHER. Silence in love betrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. Then wrong not, dearest to my heart, My true, though secret passion; He smarteth most that hides his smart, And sues for no compassion.--RALEIGH. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, Budded and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot toward heaven. The century-living crow Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Among their branches, till at last they stood, As now they stand, mossy, and tall, and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with his Maker.--BRYANT. But since, O man! thy life and health demand Not food alone, but labor from thy hand, First, in the field, beneath the sun's strong rays, Ask of thy mother Earth the needful maize; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil, And gives her bounties to the sons of toil.--BARLOW. My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude.--SOUTHEY. It is a beauteous evening, calm and free; The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the sea; Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder--everlastingly.
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