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THE POPLAR. R. HARRIS BARHAM.

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Ay, here stands the Poplar, so tall and so stately,

On whose tender rind—'twas a little one then—

We carved HER initials; though not very lately,

We think in the year eighteen hundred and ten.

Yes, here is the G which proclaimed Georgiana;

Our heart's empress then; see, 'tis grown all askew;

And it's not without grief we perforce entertain a

Conviction, it now looks much more like a Q.

This should be the great D too, that once stood for Dobbin,

Her lov'd patronymic—ah! can it be so?

Its once fair proportions, time, too, has been robbing;

A D?—we'll be DEED if it isn't an O!

Alas! how the soul sentimental it vexes,

That thus on our labors stern CHRONOS should frown

Should change our soft liquids to izzards and Xes,

And turn true-love's alphabet all upside down!

The Humorous Poetry of the English Language; from Chaucer to Saxe

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