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VI. THE SICILIAN FEAST.

“Districtus ensis cui super impiâ
Cervice pendet, non Siculæ dapes
Dulcem elaborabunt saporem;
Non avium citharæve cantus
Somnum reducent.”
Lib. iii. Od. i. l. 17.

The sword of dread eternity
Had we but faith to see,—
Hung o'er our heads by one weak thread
Between us and the dead,—
We ne'er could dare with curious eye
At the World's feast to lie.
No viands which her skill bestows
To work desired repose;
No birds that sing in rural grove,
When all the earth is love;
Nor harps that sound in princely hall
To poet's madrigal,
Could lull us in the spirit's sleep,
When bid our watch to keep.
Yet by a thread o'er old and young
The endless change is hung;
And truth itself is not less true
Though hid from human view.