Farewell! my fragile, flower-filled book!
I fling thee on the stream of Time,
With faltering hand and fearful soul,--
As in the Orient's sunny clime,
The maiden trims her fragrant lamp,
A tiny, faint, but...
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Oh, Time! deal gently with my friend, |
He who has walked among his fellow-men |
To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — |
To my small Hearth His fire came — |
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Now has the spring her treasures all unbound, |
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To offer brave assistance |
To One denied the drink |