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This goblet, wrought with curious art,
Is filled with waters, that upstart,
When the deep fountains of the heart,
By strong convulsions rent apart,

Are running all to waste.

And as it mantling passes round,
With fennel is it wreathed and crowned,
Whose seed and foliage sun-imbrowned
Are in its waters steeped and drowned,
And give a bitter taste.

Above the lowly plants it towers,
The fennel, with its yellow flowers,
And in an earlier age than ours

Was gifted with the wondrous powers,
Lost vision to restore.

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It gave new strength, and fearless mood;
And gladiators, fierce and rude,

Mingled it in their daily food;

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MISCELLANEOUS.

And he who battled and subdued,
A wreath of fennel wore.

Then in Life's goblet freely press,
The leaves that give it bitterness,
Nor prize the colored waters less,
For in thy darkness and distress

New light and strength they give!

And he who has not learned to know
How false its sparkling bubbles show,

How bitter are the drops of woe,
With which its brim may overflow,
He has not learned to live.

The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,

The blackness of that noonday night,

He asked but the return of sight,

To see his foeman's face.

THE GOBLET OF LIFE.

Let our unceasing, earnest prayer

Be, too, for light,—for strength to bear
Our portion of the weight of care,
That crushes into dumb despair

One half the human race.

O suffering, sad humanity!

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ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, and yet afraid to die,

Patient, though sorely tried !

I pledge you in this cup of grief,
Where floats the fennel's bitter leaf!

The Battle of our Life is brief,

The alarm, the struggle,-the relief,

Then sleep we side by side.

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MAIDENHOOD.

MAIDEN! with the meek, brown eyes,

In whose orbs a shadow lies

Like the dusk in evening skies!

Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one,

As the braided streamlets run!

Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood feet!

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