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PROEM

Warp and woof from the loom of Life—

A fabric wrought in endless strife:—

Lights and shadows, night and day,

A thousand tints of gold and gray—

Ten thousand shades in leaf and bloom,

WARP and WOOF from Life's great Loom.

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[Pg 13]

A SKEIN OF SILVER

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[Pg 15]

THE OLD-FASHIONED LOOM

The old log house where Margaret lived, whose roof had mossy grown,

Reposed amid its clump of trees, a queen upon her throne.

The landscape round smiled proudly and the flowers shed sweet perfume,

When Margaret plied the shuttle of the rude old-fashioned loom.

The world has grown fastidious—demands things ever new—

But we could once see beauties in the rainbow's every hue;

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