POEMS CHIEFLY PHILOSOPHICAL, IN CONTINUATION OF MY BOOK AND A HALF YEAR'S POEMS, BY JAMES HENRY, M. D. "Begóne, foolish bábbler! I hate and despise thee,' But Philosophy smiling said:-"Dóst thou not know me, BIBLIC DRESDEN, C. C. MEIN HOLD AND SONS. 1856. THESE thoughts, while through my brain they passed, were mine; Passing through thý brain, reáder, they are thine; Use them as bést thou mayst; who I am, thee Concerns as little, as who thou art, me. COME, Máry with the eyes so blue, In the field or garden, where you please, If you don't like to walk, we'll sit Í, on a stool beside your knee, Nót that guitar or book 's my care, |