He is tactful of your failings,

Well acquainted with your whim;

And there’s nothing in this wide, wide world

You would not do for him.

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Draw Closer to the Fire

THE summer sweets have faded,

T

The hedge, the vine, and briar,

Come, put your hand in mine, my friend,

Draw closer to the fire.

From footstools let us view the heights

To which great minds aspire;

Here’s Riley, Keats and Emerson,

Draw closer to the fire.

A brave refrain from unknown bards

And Byron’s brave satire,

Frank Stanton’s tears and tenderness,

Draw closer to the fire.

Tho’ cold the winds and fierce the blast,

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