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ANNIVERSARY POEM.
193
XVII.
And now all burdens from the heart we fling;
We float from tempests, we are glad and free;
We pass the turbulent whirlpools of the sea
Of human effort, poising every wing
For flights ecstatic, while we toss the spray
Of gleeful words, and pour with laughter gay
Libations to our queen, whose praise we sing.
And now all burdens from the heart we fling;
We float from tempests, we are glad and free;
We pass the turbulent whirlpools of the sea
Of human effort, poising every wing
For flights ecstatic, while we toss the spray
Of gleeful words, and pour with laughter gay
Libations to our queen, whose praise we sing.
XVIII.
Were seasons bitter in the bygone year?
We feel no chill to-night from any cold:
Crossed we the desert? back the sands have rolled,
And the Nile's lapsing symphonies we hear:
Was love withheld? still we had love to give:
Are loved ones dead? our dead shall surely live:
Has earth receded? ah, then heaven is near!
Were seasons bitter in the bygone year?
We feel no chill to-night from any cold:
Crossed we the desert? back the sands have rolled,
And the Nile's lapsing symphonies we hear:
Was love withheld? still we had love to give:
Are loved ones dead? our dead shall surely live:
Has earth receded? ah, then heaven is near!
XIX.
And more to grace our natal night, behold
A miracle! beside the honeyed hive
Our sweetest flowers (for there were flowers) revive;
The autumn breeze, but lately waxing bold,
And more to grace our natal night, behold
A miracle! beside the honeyed hive
Our sweetest flowers (for there were flowers) revive;
The autumn breeze, but lately waxing bold,
