Excerpt from Poems of Mrs. Jane E. D Conklin Once upon a time, What magic Down from the cloud-capped mountain, down O, hill-encircled Binghamton 'tis beautiful on Sunny Side We live but in the past. Where art thou now? Morn's rosy beams Pale stars are gleaming, love We meet to-night to honor one My friends we've come, since Matthew calls The north winds from the hills swept down I am sitting alone in the twilight. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.