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The poems by H. W. Longfellow, T. B. Aldrich, R. W. Emerson, E. R. Sill, E. C. Stedman, Bayard Taylor, Celia Thaxter, Oliver Wendell Holmes, W. D. Howells, Lucy Larcom, James Russell Lowell, John G. Whittier, Charles Henry Webb, and James T. Fields are used by permission of and by arrangement with Houghton, Mifflin & Co., publishlishers of their books.
The editor also gratefully acknowledges the kindness and courtesy of the authors who have permitted him to use their poems.
A TREASURY OF
THE DAY IS DONE.
THE day is done, and the darkness
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
Not from the grand old masters,
Whose distant footsteps echo
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gush'd from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
And the night shall be fill'd with music,
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
To former joys recurring ever,
Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing,
THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.
I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I loved a love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me; I must not see her; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;