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The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale)

The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale)

A farmer's wife, both young and gay,

And fresh as op'ning buds of May;

Had taken to herself, a Spouse,

And plighted many solemn vows,

That she a faithful mate would prove,

In meekness, duty, and in love!

That she, despising joy and wealth,

Would be, in sickness and in health,

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Sonnet VII: Come, Reason

Sonnet VII: Come, Reason

Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind,

Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul;

Come, with the magic of thy meek controul,

And check the wayward wand'rings of my mind:

Estrang'd from thee, no solace can I find,

O'er my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole,

Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll—

So the smooth Sea obeys the furious wind!

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