Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature: An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891. Vols. IXXI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 18611889 | | At the Fireside | By John Davis Long (18381915) |
| [Born in Buckfield, Me., 1838. Died in Hingham, Mass., 1915.] |
| AT nightfall by the firelights cheer | |
My little Margaret sits me near, | |
And begs me tell of things that were | |
When I was little, just like her. | |
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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! | |
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I at my fathers 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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