. Daniel Ricketson and his friends; letters, poems, sketches, ympathy the lowly in life orthe wounded in spirit, I shall have attained the fullmeasure of my own critical estimate of my Shanty, 5 p. m., Sept. 28th, 1872. THE POETS SANCTUARY. Oh, t is an humble, rustic place enough, Oergrown with rambling vines een to the vane Upon its lowly front: Oertopping all, A single shoot waves to the passing breeze. The little chimney at the farther end Is also mantled with its robe of green; And een the roof and sides receive their share, So that the whole appears more like a nest
. Daniel Ricketson and his friends; letters, poems, sketches, ympathy the lowly in life orthe wounded in spirit, I shall have attained the fullmeasure of my own critical estimate of my Shanty, 5 p. m., Sept. 28th, 1872. THE POETS SANCTUARY. Oh, t is an humble, rustic place enough, Oergrown with rambling vines een to the vane Upon its lowly front: Oertopping all, A single shoot waves to the passing breeze. The little chimney at the farther end Is also mantled with its robe of green; And een the roof and sides receive their share, So that the whole appears more like a nest Or rustic hut, or more, perhaps, a nook Where some old monk might find a studious ease, Afar from haunts of men ; where, undisturbed, His daily prayers at morning and at eve Might rise to Heaven ; and meditation Take the place of worldly care. So that A sweet tranquillity might keep his soul, And thus run out the sands of mortal life. While, unknown to the bustling world around, His soul would find a sure and easy way Into those realms of peace beyond the
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