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SONNET.—DREAM-LAND.
One might sleep ever in such dear delight,Thus dreaming of Elysium—of bright eyes,
Still glimpsing, with an ever-sweet surprise,
Beneath the lids that open for the light,
Yet close again with rapture that it brings!
Oh! the most precious of a thousand things,
Thus to accumulate the various bliss
That comes with such dear 'tendance; and, with this,
To know the treasure, o'er all earthly price,
Is still beyond all purchase, save of faith—
That quits the giver with his own device,
And finds self's better profit in its death.
Each generous gift of love to kindred worth,
Calls thousand worshipping spirits into birth.
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