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188 So when the sinking snn draws near to night, The sky's bright cheeks fade 'neath those tresses black. Ye laugh — but silently the soul weeps on ; Ye cannot stifle her sincere lament.

" the gloomy night of thy sorrow, for the morning greets thee with laughter. Rise and clothe thyself with noble pride, Break loose from the tyranny of grief . Thou standest alone among men, Thy song is like a pearl in beauty." So spake my friend. 'T is well ! The billows of the stormy sea which overwhelmed my soul, — These I subdue ; I quake not Before the bow and arrow of destiny. I endured with patience when he deceitfully lied to me With his treacherous smile. Yea, boldly I defy Fate, I cringe not to envious Fortune. I mock the towering floods. My brave heart does not shrink — This heart of mine, that, albeit young in years. Is none the less rich in deep, keen-eyed experience.