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By love are blest the gods on high,
When love to him is given;‘Tis love that makes the heavens shineWith hues more radiant, more divine,And turns dull earth to heaven!In Pyrrha’s rear (so poets sangIn ages past and gone),The world from rocky fragments sprang–Mankind from lifeless stone.Their soul was but a thing of night,Like stone and rock their heart;The flaming torch of heaven…
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me,
With all the thoughts that joy or grieve me,Wilt thou with all forever fly?Can naught delay thine onward motion,Thou golden time of life’s young dream?In vain! eternity’s wide oceanCeaselessly drowns thy rolling stream.The glorious suns my youth enchantingHave set in never-ending night;Those blest ideals now are wantingThat swelled my heart with mad delight.The offspring of…
Beside the brook the boy reclined
And to the waves the wreath consigned–The waves that danced beneath.‘So fleet mine hours,’ he sighed, ‘awayLike waves that restless flow:And so my flowers of youth decayLike those that float below.’‘Ask not why I, alone on earth,Am sad in life’s young time;To all the rest are hope and mirthWhen spring renews its prime.Alas! the music…