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JAMES W. WITHEE, Landlord of the Stoddard House, | JAMES W. WITHEE, Landlord of the Stoddard House, | ||
Farmington. | Farmington. | ||
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+ | A KEEPER of the wayside inn, a teller of quaint tales. | ||
A host, whose tavern-door stands wide. whose welcome never fails | A host, whose tavern-door stands wide. whose welcome never fails | ||
Whose fires leap high and, on whose board a generous cheer prevails. | Whose fires leap high and, on whose board a generous cheer prevails. | ||
− | + | I wish I had his kindly art, good storIes to relate, | |
+ | I wish I had his memory of the very day and date. | ||
+ | "You understand, suh, if I had. I wouId e-Iu-ci-date." | ||
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+ | I'd tell you tales of other days, upon the turf of Maine --Those struggles on the Pittsfield track; when Getchell drew the rein; | ||
+ | When "Togus Boy" -- well, Togus Boy; there's something in a name! | ||
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I'd tell you of the talent that supposed they knew the horse; | I'd tell you of the talent that supposed they knew the horse; | ||
− | How, frequently | + | How, frequently, they tried to hold Friend Withee up for loss |
− | And how | + | And how, the only thing they got was "hosses" and re-morse. |
− | I'd tell you of the | + | |
− | + | I'd tell you of the good he's done to traveler and to beast. | |
+ | The inns he's been the landlord of, for forty years at least; --Where comfort's ministered. In joy. to one perpetual feast. | ||
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I've known him-for he's been mine host: his stories my delight; | I've known him-for he's been mine host: his stories my delight; | ||
His kindly purpose I well know; I know his heart is right. | His kindly purpose I well know; I know his heart is right. |
Latest revision as of 18:44, 5 June 2017
JAMES W. WITHEE, Landlord of the Stoddard House, Farmington.
A KEEPER of the wayside inn, a teller of quaint tales. A host, whose tavern-door stands wide. whose welcome never fails Whose fires leap high and, on whose board a generous cheer prevails.
I wish I had his kindly art, good storIes to relate, I wish I had his memory of the very day and date. "You understand, suh, if I had. I wouId e-Iu-ci-date."
I'd tell you tales of other days, upon the turf of Maine --Those struggles on the Pittsfield track; when Getchell drew the rein; When "Togus Boy" -- well, Togus Boy; there's something in a name!
I'd tell you of the talent that supposed they knew the horse; How, frequently, they tried to hold Friend Withee up for loss And how, the only thing they got was "hosses" and re-morse.
I'd tell you of the good he's done to traveler and to beast. The inns he's been the landlord of, for forty years at least; --Where comfort's ministered. In joy. to one perpetual feast.
I've known him-for he's been mine host: his stories my delight; His kindly purpose I well know; I know his heart is right. So pray I, on a weary road, I reach his inn, at night.
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