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valentines.
Yet, for thy fearless manliness,
When weak time-servers throng,—
Thy chivalrous defence of right,
Thy bold rebuke of wrong,—
And for the flame of liberty,
Heaven-kindled in thy breast,
Which thou hast fed like sacred fire,
A blessing on thee rest!
When weak time-servers throng,—
Thy chivalrous defence of right,
Thy bold rebuke of wrong,—
And for the flame of liberty,
Heaven-kindled in thy breast,
Which thou hast fed like sacred fire,
A blessing on thee rest!
'T is said thy spirit knoweth not
Its times of calm and sleeping,
That ever are its restless thoughts
Like wild waves onward leaping.
Then may its flashing waters
Be tranquil never more,—
They are "troubled" by an angel,
Like the sacred pool of yore.
Its times of calm and sleeping,
That ever are its restless thoughts
Like wild waves onward leaping.
Then may its flashing waters
Be tranquil never more,—
They are "troubled" by an angel,
Like the sacred pool of yore.
TO MISS C. M. SEDGWICK.
O glory-wedded! to thy brow
A coronal is given,
For which, when song and Greece were young,
The very gods had striven.
A coronal is given,
For which, when song and Greece were young,
The very gods had striven.
