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ANNIVERSARY POEM.
Dies in the fragrance of the bursting rose:
The Past bids all its emerald gates unclose—
Backward we glide and test the joys of old.
The Past bids all its emerald gates unclose—
Backward we glide and test the joys of old.
XX.
The flash of mind converging toward mind,
Caught and refracted in Love's crystal lens,
Lighting those vehement fires that melt and cleanse
The gold of character, else unrefined;
Harmonious wills that made all converse sweet,
Like bugles played in time with marching feet,
Or varying voices, tunefully combined;
The flash of mind converging toward mind,
Caught and refracted in Love's crystal lens,
Lighting those vehement fires that melt and cleanse
The gold of character, else unrefined;
Harmonious wills that made all converse sweet,
Like bugles played in time with marching feet,
Or varying voices, tunefully combined;
XXI.
And that rare confluence of soul with soul,—
As meeting rivers that through valleys pour,
Will fret and chafe the intervening shore
Until it breaks and as one wave they roll
Through noontide splendor and through midnight shade,
And nevermore are wholly two, but made
Each heir of both and partner in the whole;
And that rare confluence of soul with soul,—
As meeting rivers that through valleys pour,
Will fret and chafe the intervening shore
Until it breaks and as one wave they roll
Through noontide splendor and through midnight shade,
And nevermore are wholly two, but made
Each heir of both and partner in the whole;
XXII.
And all the silent sympathies that rose
After the falling of some frost of grief—
And all the silent sympathies that rose
After the falling of some frost of grief—
