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Happy—happier far than thou, With the laurel on thy brow; She that makes the humblest hearth, Lovely but to one on earth.

hast a charmed cup, O Fame! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality. Away! to me—a woman—bring Sweet waters from affection's spring.

Thou hast green laurel-leaves that twine Into so proud a wreath; For that resplendent gift of thine, Heroes have smiled in death. Give me from some kind hand a flower, The record of one happy hour!