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Rh SONNET.

little bark of life is gently speeding

Adown the stream 'midst rocks, and sands, and eddies,

And gathering storms, and dark'ning clouds―unheeding,

Its quiet course thro' waves and winds it steadies.

My love is with me—and my babes—whose kisses

Sweep sorrow's trace from off my brow as fast

As gathering there—and hung upon the mast

Are harp and myrtle flowers, that shed their blisses

On the sweet air. Is darkness on my path?

Then beams bright radiance from a star that hath

Its temple in the heaven. As firm as youth

I urge my onward way—there is no fear.

For honest spirits.—Even the fates revere

And recompense—love, minstrelsy, and truth.