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Written in the summer of 46, when Polk Dallas and Sevittry passed their tariff act, beloved Harbor bill &c Traitors the time God grant will come when you will leave a place you've long Disgraced_ and travel home Never to return Men who for Party's praise, will crush the honest and industrious And take away their bread Had ought to know what' tiz to earn the money squandered, stolen, torn from those on whom they tread {right side of paper} Beauty July 4. 1850 It speaketh in the modest rose, It whispereth in the night, It thundereth in the howling storm; The electric flash of lights. But rose, nor nights, nor tree nor winds, Nor lighting's glare, nor storm, Such beauty hath as mornin'g eye, as womans matchless form, ______________________________________________ There's not a heart, however rude, but hath some little flower To brighten up its solitude, and seen the evening hour, There's not a heart, however cast by grief or sorrow down, But has some memory. of the past, to love and call its own. ______________________________________________ Dews of Heaven. But the night new that falls, through in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with ?, the grove where the sleeps; Sleep, Hero sleep, thy work on Earth is done, Thy bodys here. thy spirit to Heaven has gone; Sleep, Hero sleep, Providence May 23,, 1851