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TO A LADY.
(suggested by a scene at a children's party.)
Three twinkling stars the star of eve around,
When she, the evening star, lights all the sky;
Three daisies lifting their bloom-heads hard by
A lily fair that soaring quits the ground:—
Such were the fancies that before me came,
When late I saw thee 'mid the festive throng,
Beside thy boy and girls, so fair and young—
Where all were young, and fair as words can name.
Nor was this ideal all. Are they not flowers
Who know no guile, and deck each happy sphere
Where their bright forms, e'er welcome, do appear?
Are they not stars, and more, who with the powers
Divine that made the stars are close allied
In soul, and yet above the stars will bide?
