| Thou art endeared to me by all |
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| There is an infant, pillowed sweetly |
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| When the woodlands are covered with leaves and flowers |
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| Ode. July 4, 1826 |
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| Rose of My Heart |
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| The Sabbath |
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| A. M. Fisher |
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| There is nothing can equal the tender hours |
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| Ode. Concord, April 19, 1825 |
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| Catania |
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