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Title: Ballads

Author: Horatio Alger, Jr.

Posting Date: September 21, 2008 [EBook #1919]
Release Date: October, 1999

Language: English

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BALLADS

By Horatio Alger, Jr.

1875

Contents:

BALLADS.
Grand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving
St. Nicholas
Barbara's Courtship
The Confession
Rose in the Garden
Phoebe's Wooing
The Lost Heart
John Maynard
Friar Anselmo

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
In the Church at Stratford-on-Avon
Mrs. Browning's Grave at Florence
My Castle
Apple-Blossoms
Summer Hours
June
Little Charlie
The Whippoorwill and I
Carving a Name

IN TIME OF WAR.
Gone to the War
Where is my Boy To-night?
A Soldier's Valentine
Last Words
Song of the Croaker
King Cotton
Out of Egypt
The Price of Victory

HARVARD ODES.
I. Fair Harvard, Dear Guide of Our Youth's Golden Days
II. As We Meet in Thy Name, Alma Mater, Tonight
III. Fair Harvard, The Months Have Accomplished Their Round
IV. there's a Fountain of Fable, Whose Magical Power

OCCASIONAL ODES.
Bi-Centennial Ode
For the Consecration of a Cemetery

BALLADS.

GRAND'THER BALDWIN'S THANKSGIVING

UNDERNEATH protected branches, from the highway just aloof;
Stands the house of Grand'ther Baldwin, with its gently sloping roof.

Square of shape and solid-timbered, it was standing, I have heard,
In the days of Whig and Tory, under royal George the Third.

Many a time, I well remember, I have gazed with Childish awe
At the bullet-hole remaining in the sturdy oaken door,

Turning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled)
Of the lurking, savage foeman from whose musket it was sped..

Not far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn's harvest spoils,
Holds the farmer's well-earned trophies--the guerdon of his toil