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'TIS said by Cynics harsh and stern, The sweets of life are frail and few; But is not gentle friendship one, That we around our paths may strew? It surely is: I therefore send, An emblem of its sweets to you.

 

I SAW, ere the landscape had faded in night, The slow-moving twilight with gesture sublime, As I pensively watch'd the decline of the light, And listened, absorbed to the foot-fall of time.

And I said to my heart, as it rose in my breast, "What wakes thee to sorrow, what moves thee to mourn?" 