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The Sleeper.—Commercial Advertiser.
It was the spring-time in its earliest hour:
Few blossoms then had of the year been born;
The fresh winds whispered to the unfolding flower,
Where nestled dews of the unsullied morn:
Songs like to Eden's sweetened all the air,
And birds and brooks their hymns together blent;
Those in the heavens and these on earth were fair:
These midst the flowers, those in their incense went.
Few blossoms then had of the year been born;
The fresh winds whispered to the unfolding flower,
Where nestled dews of the unsullied morn:
Songs like to Eden's sweetened all the air,
And birds and brooks their hymns together blent;
Those in the heavens and these on earth were fair:
These midst the flowers, those in their incense went.
My little cousin had been roaming then,
At early dawn, along the upland side;
O'er dewy slope, green lawn, and shaded glen,
Standing by sister blossoms, side by side;
And, wearied with the pleasant tour, returned,
Upon her couch the sinless wanderer lay;
And sleep had won her, with sweet visions, earned
By radiant scenes upon that early day.
At early dawn, along the upland side;
O'er dewy slope, green lawn, and shaded glen,
Standing by sister blossoms, side by side;
And, wearied with the pleasant tour, returned,
Upon her couch the sinless wanderer lay;
And sleep had won her, with sweet visions, earned
By radiant scenes upon that early day.
Her fair cheek pressed her pillow; in her hair,
Her darkly golden hair, some buds reposed;
And silken lashes, o'er her blue eyes fair,
In a faint glimpse the hue beneath disclosed:
A pure white rose was in her fairy hand;
And, gazing on her with a tearful eye,
“Dear one,” I said, “on youth's enchanted land,
Be ever thus, beneath a cloudless sky,
Till, a pure flower of heaven, thou art removed on high
Her darkly golden hair, some buds reposed;
And silken lashes, o'er her blue eyes fair,
In a faint glimpse the hue beneath disclosed:
A pure white rose was in her fairy hand;
And, gazing on her with a tearful eye,
“Dear one,” I said, “on youth's enchanted land,
Be ever thus, beneath a cloudless sky,
Till, a pure flower of heaven, thou art removed on high
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