Bursting with the wine of vine!

Haws, persimmons, berries red,

Nuts the earth have overspread—

Dear Jack Frost, why hast thou fled?

Old Chris we hail with all his boast,

His jolly fun and merry cost,

But oh, we love Jack Frost, Jack Frost!

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AD AQUILAM

"Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,"

O bird of whom the poets sing,

O emblem of the noblest thing

Of which mankind can boast!

Didst thou but know thy image decked

That which commands the world's respect,

And makes kings kneel as slaves abject

To it, their god, almost:

Then thou wouldst soar to greater height

Than e'er attained by birds of flight,

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