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HOLMES GEMS 
 
 ILLUSTRATED BY 
 
 LOUIS K. HARLOW 
 
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 BOSTON 
 
 SAMUEL E CASSINO 
 196 Summer Street 
 
■ Copyrighted, i6»9, 
 
 BY 
 
 Samuel E. Cassino. 
 
 PRESS OF A. O. MOGLURE, 192 SUMMER Si., BOSTOH. 
 
POETRY.— A METRICAL ESSAY. 
 
 The inoniiitg light, which rains its quivering beams 
 Wide o'er the plains, the summits, and the streams, 
 In one broad bla:(e expands its golden glow 
 On all that answers to its glance below ; 
 Yet, changed on earth, each far-reflected ray 
 Braids with fresh hues the shining brow of day. 
 
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THE CAMBRIDGE CHURCH-YARD. 
 
 IVheu damps beneath, and storms above 
 
 Have bowed these fragile towers. 
 Still o'er the graves yon locust-grove 
 
 Shall swing its Orient flowers ; 
 And I would ask no mouldering bust. 
 
 If e'er this bumble line. 
 Which breathed a sigh o'er Oliver's dust, 
 
 Mioht call a tear on mine. 
 
POETRY.— A METRICAL ESSAY. 
 
 Simple and frail, our lowly temples throw 
 
 Their slender shadows on the paths below ; 
 
 Scarce steal the winds, that sweep his woodland tracks, 
 
 The larch's perfume from the settler's axe. 
 
 Ere, like a vision of the morning air, 
 
 His slight-framed steeple marks the house of prayer. 
 
POETRY.— A METRICAL ESSAY. 
 
 Home of our childhood ! how affection clings . 
 And hovers round thee with her seraph wings ! 
 Dearer thy hills, though clad in Autumn brown, 
 Thau fairest summits which the cedars crown ! 
 Sweeter the fragrance of thy Summer breeze 
 Than all Arabia breathes along the seas! 
 The stranger's gale wafts home the exile's sigh. 
 For tl.ie heart's temple is its own blue sky! 
 
POETRY.— A METRICAL ESSAY. 
 
 When the green earth, beneath the ^ephyr's wing, 
 IVears on her breast the varnished buds of Spring ; 
 When the loosed current, as its folds imcoil , 
 Slides in the cljannels of the mellowed soil ; 
 When the young hyacinth returns to seek 
 The air and sunshine with her emerald beak; 
 Then mark the poet ; though to him unknown, 
 The quaint-mouthed titles, such as scholars own ; 
 See how his eye in ecsfasv pursues 
 The steps of Nature tracked in radient hues. 
 
DEPAKTED DAYS. 
 
 But, like a child in Ocean's arms, 
 
 IVe strive airainst the stream, 
 Each moment farther from the shore 
 
 Where life's young fountains gleam ; 
 Each moment fainter wave the fields. 
 
 And wider rolls the sea ; 
 The mist grows dark, — the sun goes down,- 
 
 Day breaks, — and where are we ? 
 
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