Poem by John Bannister Tabb

An Interview

  I sat with chill December
    Beside the evening fire.
  "And what do you remember,"
    I ventured to inquire,
  "Of seasons long forsaken?"
    He answered in amaze,
  "My age you have mistaken;
    I've lived but thirty days."

1. Doctor Tumble-Bug
2. The New-Year Babe
3. The Bee and the Blossoms
4. High and Low
5. The Reaper

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