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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

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,

And beg him tell me what did he

When he was little, just like me.