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POEM.READ AT THE ANNIVERSARY FESTIVITIES OF THE "NAMELESS CLUB," OCTOBER 27, 1863.
I.
OULD mine were some celestial minstrel's art!
So should I charm with dulcitudes of rhyme
The Nameless Empress of our festal time;
Who, spirit-like, draws from the world apart,
But lights the pupils of our finer sight,
And dwells among us, palpable and bright,
Like Love within the chambers of the heart.
OULD mine were some celestial minstrel's art!So should I charm with dulcitudes of rhyme
The Nameless Empress of our festal time;
Who, spirit-like, draws from the world apart,
But lights the pupils of our finer sight,
And dwells among us, palpable and bright,
Like Love within the chambers of the heart.
II.
For she is worthy sweeter song than mine
Who wins the fealty of souls like these;
And, deftly touching Friendship's organ-keys,
Draws forth the prelude meet for hymns divine;
With loyal souls, for her we gladly pour
Flower-scented honey from our summer store,
And bid our choicest palm-fruits yield their wine.
For she is worthy sweeter song than mine
Who wins the fealty of souls like these;
And, deftly touching Friendship's organ-keys,
Draws forth the prelude meet for hymns divine;
With loyal souls, for her we gladly pour
Flower-scented honey from our summer store,
And bid our choicest palm-fruits yield their wine.
