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 Dreamers of Dreams arrest her wayward steps, And to the Young her kindest kiss is given. But none have claimed the maiden for a bride, Set her obedient by the daily hearth, Or raised a child of theirs from happiness.

Happiness to Success is as a rose, Perfumed and dewy, in a nest of leaves, Is to a carven gem of emerald Circling a ruby on a golden stem.

Take thou the jewel, Friend, and let me lose What soul I have, among the Lotus flowers! 43