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TO A FRIEND, WITH A PACKET OF GERANIUM LEAVES.
'TIS said by Cynics harsh and stern,
The sweets of life are frail and few;
But is not gentle friendship one,
That we around our paths may strew?
It surely is: I therefore send,
An emblem of its sweets to you.
TWILIGHT.
I SAW, ere the landscape had faded in night,
The slow-moving twilight with gesture sublime,
As I pensively watch'd the decline of the light,
And listened, absorbed to the foot-fall of time.
And I said to my heart, as it rose in my breast,
"What wakes thee to sorrow, what moves thee to mourn?"
