John Davis Long (1838-1915). At the Fireside. Stedman and Hutchinson, eds. 1891. A Library of American Literature: An Anthology in 11 Volumes

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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

At the Fireside

By John Davis Long (1838–1915)

[Born in Buckfield, Me., 1838. Died in Hingham, Mass., 1915.]

AT nightfall by the firelight’s cheer
My little Margaret sits me near,
And begs me tell of things that were
When I was little, just like her.

Ah, little lips, you touch the spring	5
Of sweetest sad remembering;
And hearth and heart flash all aglow
With ruddy tints of long ago!

I at my father’s fireside sit,
Youngest of all who circle it,	10
And beg him tell me what did he
When he was little, just like me.

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