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How Blest the Art That Links In Sacred Bonds
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To Mary Reed , At Fifty
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The Gentle Muse of To-Day
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Consecration of a Cemetery
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Come To the Festal Day
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To My Wife On Her Seventy-Fifth Birthday
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Fair Seat of Learning! Who Shall Tell
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To My Wife On Her Eightieth Birthday
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Not Yet the Frost of Age
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To My Wife, At Eighty-One
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