| Where Are the Boys of Earlier Years? |
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| To My Daughter Mary, On Her Wedding Day |
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| How Blest the Art That Links In Sacred Bonds |
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| To Mary Reed , At Fifty |
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| The Gentle Muse of To-Day |
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| Consecration of a Cemetery |
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| Come To the Festal Day |
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| To My Wife On Her Seventy-Fifth Birthday |
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| Fair Seat of Learning! Who Shall Tell |
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| Softly Fades the Twilight Ray |
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