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 Your bed of honor has a rosy cope,
 * To shimmer back the tributary stars;

And every petal glistens with a hope
 * When Love has blossomed in the disk of Mars.

Sleep! On your couch of glory slumber comes
 * Bosomed amid th’ archangelic choir,

Not with the grumble of impetuous drum,
 * Deep’ning the chorus of embattled ire.

Above you shall the oak and cedar fling
 * Their giant plumage and protecting shade;

For you the song-bird pause upon its wing
 * And warble requiem ever undismayed.

Farewell! And, if your spirit wander near
 * To kiss this plaint of unaspiring art—

Translated, even in the heavenly sphere,
 * As the libretto of a maiden’s heart.