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Rh All that is needed for calm happiness Hast thou not here! Hast thou not pleasure in the golden bough That shields thee from the day's fierce glow? Canst thou not raise thy breast to catch, On the soft moss beside the brook, The sun's last rays at even? Here thou mayest wander through the flowers' fresh dew. Pluck from the overflow The forest-trees provide, The choicest food,—mayest quench Thy light thirst at the silvery spring. O friend, true happiness Lies in contentedness, And that contentedness Finds everywhere enough." "O wise one!" said the eagle, while he sank In deep and ever deepening thought— "O Wisdom! like a dove thou speakest!"

 GANYMEDE.

How, in the light of morning, Round me thou glowest, Spring, thou beloved one! With thousand-varying loving bliss The sacred emotions Born of thy warmth eternal Press 'gainst my bosom, Thou endlessly fair one! Could I but hold thee clasped Within mine arms!

Ah ! upon thy bosom Lay I, pining. 