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SWEET BE THY DREAMS.

Sweet be thy dreams when balmy sleep
 Her soothing influence round thee throws?
What if my faded eyes should weep?
 Thine will be folded to repose.
I know thou wilt not dream of me;
 Some lovelier one will haunt thy rest;
I care not what those dreams may be,
 So they are sweet and thou art blest.

Bright be thy hopes! why should one cloud
 Of sorrow dim thy radiant eye?
Go! mingle with the gay and proud
 And learn to smile, though I may sigh;
Go! climb the loftiest steep of fame.
 And wreathe a laurel round thy brow;
And when thou 'st won a glorious name,
 Low at the shrine of beauty bow.

Light be thy heart! why should'st thou keep
 Sadness within its secret cells?
Let not thine eye one tear-drop weep,
 Unless that tear of rapture tells;