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Rh It dreams a rest, if not more deep,

More grateful than this marble sleep;

It hears a voice within it tell,—

Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well

'Tis all, perhaps, which man acquires,

But 'tis not what our youth desires.

A MEMORY-PICTURE.

, my friends, and without blame

Lightly quit what lightly came;

Rich to-morrow as to-day,

Spend as madly as you may!

I, with little land to stir,

Am the exacter laborer.

Ere the parting hour go by,

Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Once I said, "A face is gone

If too hotly mused upon;

And our best impressions are

Those that do themselves repair."

Many a face I so let flee—

Ah!—is faded utterly.

Ere the parting hour go by,

Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Marguerite says, "As last year went

So the coming year'll be spent;

Some day next year, I shall be,

Entering heedless, kissed by thee."