Poem by Edmund Clarence Stedman

On White Carnations Given Me for My Birthday

Exquisite tufts of perfume and of light,
⁠⁠⁠	Fair gift of Summer unto Autumn borne,
Were but the years ye calendar as white,
⁠⁠⁠	As sweet, as you, Age could not be forlorn.


Yet, beauteous symbols of my only gain—
⁠⁠	⁠Love, portioned from your givers' envied share,
Honor, whose laurel at their feet hath lain—
⁠⁠⁠	Make me this night of Life's waste unaware! 

1. Sumter
2. The Heart of New England
3. Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call
4. The Ballad of Lager Bier
5. Israel Freyer's Bid for Gold

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