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the angels of life.
VIII.
"I want my Happiness," I madly cried,
"Some poor brief joy to gild Fate's ruthless course;
O'er some it flows a lavish bounteous tide:
O God! but one—one drop from Thy rich source!"
"Some poor brief joy to gild Fate's ruthless course;
O'er some it flows a lavish bounteous tide:
O God! but one—one drop from Thy rich source!"
IX.
And, as yet hopelessly I wept, a light
Broke on the dun horizon's lowest verge,
And o'er its gleaming path fair spirits bright
Trod with soft noiseless feet the heaving surge.
Broke on the dun horizon's lowest verge,
And o'er its gleaming path fair spirits bright
Trod with soft noiseless feet the heaving surge.
X.
"We are thy future," said the gracious band—
"Life's promised heritage, the best, the last!"
As each advancing footstep touched the strand,
Faded the mournful spectres of the past.
"Life's promised heritage, the best, the last!"
As each advancing footstep touched the strand,
Faded the mournful spectres of the past.
XI.
One kissed my lips with kisses warm and pure—
A sweetness without smiles was on her brow;
Each kiss aroused me, I could now endure,
Accept my grief, and thus resist its blow.
A sweetness without smiles was on her brow;
Each kiss aroused me, I could now endure,
Accept my grief, and thus resist its blow.
