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7400	Holmes, Oliver Wendell	The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — Complete			.txt	text/plain	165017	16464	96	THIS ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, From thy heart love's burning trace, So round thy heart a beaming circle lies Thy heart's best life-blood ebbing as they flow; Need'st thou, young poet, to inform thy line; And say, O Science, shall thy life-blood freeze, To love's sweet day-star, that shall o'er thee burn And He shall wipe thy streaming eyes Trust in his word; thy dead shall rise! "It was so like old times we remember, you know." On the days I feel like walking, just as well as you, young man! To show thine eyes thy gray-haired father's face, Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days, We lived, we loved, we toiled, we dreamed like you, And soothed by love unbought, thy heart shall own	./cache/7400.txt	./txt/7400.txt