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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,"
Said Néwton to Póesy, turning his back;
But Philosophy smiling said :-“Dóst thou not know me,

DRESDEN,

C. C. MEIN HOLD AND SONS.

1856.

Use them as bést thou mayst; who I am, thee Concerns as líttle, as who thou art, me.

COME, Máry with the eyes so blue,
Come, Máry with the heart so true,
Come and let 's roam a while together
În the bright, wárm, sunshiny weather,
Along the lane, beneath the trees,
In the field or garden, where you please,
For it 's not about the walk I care,
Bút to be with you anywhere.

If you don't like to walk, we 'll sit
In the jéssamine bower and while you knit,
Or dráw, or work in filligree,
Í, on a stool beside your knee,
Will tell you tales, read poetry,
Or lílt to my guitar an air,

Bút to be with you anywhere.

If less agreeable the bower,
Come, let 's ascend the ruined tower
That on the hill commands the shore
And far off hears the breakers roar.
There, armed with Galilean eye,
Every spar, sail, rope we 'll descry
In every táll ship passing by,
Nót that for tówer, sea, ship I care,
Bút to be with you anywhere.

If you will not the tower ascend,
Into the wood our steps let 's bend
And márk with what agility
The brown squirrel bounds from tree to tree,
Or hear the oft repeated stroke
That félls at last old monarch oak,
Or gather mushrooms or see glide
The clear stream by the gráy rock's side,
Not that for stream, rock, wood I care,
Bút to be with you anywhere.

You 'll nóne of all; well, Mary, no;
Out of this spot we'll never go.
Smíle but on me those eyes so blue,
Beát but for me that heart so true,
Hére is my world, and other none
I récognise beneath the sun;
Beside you here I 'll live and die,

Beside you 's my eternity.
TAUERNHAUS, FEHRLEITEN, at the foot of the Gross-GLOCKNER, July 17, 1851;

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