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"Songs of a Muse's Slave"
by C.Frederick Shelley

RHYMES

A fellow said to me
That rhymes today will never sell
I knew he could not see
The floods of feeling I must quell-
That verse to me is light
A way to pass the time,
So ever must I write
My little lines of rhyme

NATURE

Tossed upon the moving waves
A love can be no more
Than washes amid the caves
And beats upon the shore.
Though pleasure is so short
I'll treasure what I see
For beauty of this sort
Is very dear to me.

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THE ROYAL ROVERS

Join me by the fire there
And have some bread and cheese
Put your feet up on the chair
And put your mind at ease.
How's your health, may I inquire
Light up your pipe, my friend
And warm yourself before the fire
Like we did at trails-end
Our golden days of youth
Some say that we have squandered
But I'll tell you the truth
I loved those days we wandered,
Over mountains and beside streams
In green valleys; o'er rolling hills
Happily we sought our dreams
And made our way where nature spills.
Yes, you and I together went
Upon a journey far
The two of us adventure bent
Riding in a box-car
And 'was a pagan drummer
That rapped upon our brains
How sweet the scent of summer
How sweet the sound of trains.

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