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TWO PATRONS.
“What shall I sing,” I sigh'd and said,
“That men shall know me when my name
Is lost with kindred lips and dead
Are laurels of familiar fame?”
“That men shall know me when my name
Is lost with kindred lips and dead
Are laurels of familiar fame?”
Below, a violet in the dew
Breathed through the dark its vague perfume;
Above, a star in quiet blue
Touch'd with a gracious ray the gloom.
Breathed through the dark its vague perfume;
Above, a star in quiet blue
Touch'd with a gracious ray the gloom.
“Sing, friend, of me,” the violet sigh'd,
“That I may haunt your grave with love;”
“Sing, friend, of me,” the star replied,
“That I may light the dark above.”
“That I may haunt your grave with love;”
“Sing, friend, of me,” the star replied,
“That I may light the dark above.”
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