![]() The hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopes With herbage. . . . |
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![]() Yet lovely in thy youthful grace! The elder dames, thy haughty peers, Admire and hate thy blooming years. |
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![]() Hath placed thee with the sons of light, Among the noble host of those Who perished in the cause of Right. |
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![]() The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. |
![]() The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them -- but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride. |
![]() Fun and frolic no more he knows. . . . |
![]() The overflow of gladness, When words are all too weak. |
![]() With scented breath and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this great universe. |
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