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TO ****, WITH FLOWERS.
TO ****, WITH FLOWERS.
Go, ye sweet messengers,
To that dim-lighted room,
Where lettered wisdom from the walls
Sheds a delightful gloom;
To that dim-lighted room,
Where lettered wisdom from the walls
Sheds a delightful gloom;
Where sits in thought profound,
One in the noon of life,
Whose flashing eye and fevered brow
Tell of the inward strife;
One in the noon of life,
Whose flashing eye and fevered brow
Tell of the inward strife;
Who in those wells of lore,
Seeks for the pearls of truth,
And to Ambition’s fever dream
Gives his repose and youth.
Seeks for the pearls of truth,
And to Ambition’s fever dream
Gives his repose and youth.
To him, sweet ministers,
Ye shall a lesson teach,—
Go in your fleeting loveliness,
More eloquent than speech.
Ye shall a lesson teach,—
Go in your fleeting loveliness,
More eloquent than speech.