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 POEMS. 69

��LIV. THANKSGIVING DAY.

ONE day is there of the series Termed Thanksgiving day, Celebrated part at table, Part in memory.

Neither patriarch nor pussy,

I dissect the play ; Seems it, to my hooded thinking,

Reflex holiday.

Had there been no sharp subtraction

From the early sum, Not an acre or a caption

Where was once a room,

Not a mention, whose small pebble

Wrinkled any bay, Unto such, were such assembly,

'T were Thanksgiving day.

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