(“Its Broken Walls.”)

Then fill a fair and honest cup, and bear it straight to me;

The goblet hallows all it holds, whate'er the liquid be;

And may the cherubs on its face protect me from the sin,

That dooms one to those dreadful words--“My dear, where have you been?

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THE LAST LEAF.

|I saw him once before,

As he passed by the door,

``And again

The pavement stones resound

As he totters o'er the ground

``With his cane.=

They say that in his prime

Ere the pruning-knife of Time

``Cut him down,

Not a better man was found

By the Crier on his round

``Through the town.=

But now he walks the streets,

And he looks at all he meets

``Sad and wan,

And he shakes his feeble head,

That it seems as if he said,

``“They are gone.”

The mossy marbles rest

On the lips that he has prest

``In their bloom,