Poem by Louise Imogen Guiney

T. W. P. 1819-1892

FRIEND who hast gone, and dost enrich to-day
New England brightly building far away,
And crown her liberal walk
With company more choice, and sweeter talk,

Look not on Fame, but Peace; and in a bower
Receive at last her fulness and her power:
Nor wholly, pure of heart!
Forget thy few, who would be where thou art.

1. In a Ruin, after a Thunder-Storm
2. A Salutation
3. In a London Street
4. York Stairs
5. On the Pre-Reformation Churches about Oxford

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