ever standing near.

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ANACREON'S GRAVE.

Where the rose is fresh and blooming--where the vine and myrtle spring--
Where the turtle-dove is cooing--where the gay cicalas sing--
Whose may be the grave surrounded with such store of comely grace,
Like a God-created garden? 'Tis Anacreon's resting-place.
Spring and summer and the autumn pour'd their gifts around the bard,
And, ere winter came to chill him, slept he safe beneath the sward.

THE BROTHERS.

Slumber, Sleep--they were two brothers, servants to the Gods above;
Kind Prometheus lured them downwards, ever fill'd with earthly love;
But what Gods could bear so lightly, press'd too hard on men beneath;
Slumber did his brother's duty--Sleep was deepen'd into Death.

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LOVE'S HOUR-GLASS.

Eros! wherefore do I see thee, with the glass in either hand?
Fickle God! with double measure wouldst thou count the shifting sand?
"_This_ one flows for parted lovers--slowly drops each tiny bead--
_That_ is for the days of dalliance, and it melts with golden speed."

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WARNING.

Do not touch him--do not wake him! Fast asleep is Amor lying;
Go--fulfil thy work appointed--do thy labour of the day.
Thus the wise and careful mother uses every moment flying,
Whilst her child is in the cradle--Slumbers pass too soon away.

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SOLITUDE.

Grant, O ye healing Nymphs, that have your haunts
By rock and stream and lonely forest glade,
The boon which, in their bosoms' silent depths,
Your votaries crave! Unto the sad of heart
Give comfort--knowledge unto him that doubts--
Possession to the lover, and its joy.
For unto you the Gods have given, what they
Denied to man--to aid and to console
All those soe'er who put their trust in you.

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PERFECT BLISS.

All the divine perfections, which, while ere
Nature in thrift doled out 'mongst many a fair,
She shower'd with open hand, thou peerless one, on thee!
And she that was so wond'rously endow'd,
To whom a throng of noble knees were bow'd,
Gave all--Love's perfect gift--her glorious self, to me!

THE CHOSEN ROCK.

Here, in the hush and stillness of mid-noon,
The lover lay and thought upon his love;
With blithesome voice he spoke to me: "Be thou
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