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O'er which thy dimple-smile is wreathing; Incense on thy lip is breathing; Light and Love are round thy soul,— But thunder peals o'er June-skies roll; Even now the storm is near— Then stay thee on thy mad career!
 * Raise thine eyes to yonder sky,

There is writ thy destiny; Clouds have veiled the new moonlight; Stars have fallen from their height; These are emblems of the fate That waits thee—dark and desolate! All Morn's lights are now thine own, Soon their glories will be gone; What remains when they depart? Faded hope, and withered heart Like a flower with no perfume To keep a memory of its bloom! Look upon that hour-marked round, Listen to that fateful sound; There my silent hand is stealing. My more silent course revealing; Wild, devoted, hear,— Stay thee on thy mad career!——L. E. L.