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THE TEMPLE OF FRIENDSHIP.
For the passion of tears and blood, how soothing and pure and good
Is a friendly kiss—like this!"
"O, list!" she cried, "'tis a dove; he calls for his absent love;
They will sit all day and coo calm friendship, like mine for you,-
Dear friend, like mine for you!—"
Their hands were joined, and a thrill of desire and passionate will
Brought his eyes her eyes above in a marvellous look of love,
And Cupid smiled and drew near.
"O sweetest!" she whispered softly. "See! the goddess is leaning over me,
And smiling with eyes like yours! O Goddess! thy presence cures
The restful unrest of friends!"
