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THE FLAME-BEARER.
There's nought so dreary in this world of ours
But has some spark of beauty lingering near,—
On frozen mountains bloom the constant flowers,
And stars above lone sepulchres appear.
But has some spark of beauty lingering near,—
On frozen mountains bloom the constant flowers,
And stars above lone sepulchres appear.
O'er extinct craters, brightly poised, 't is said,
Hovers a rare and radiant humming-bird
Called the flame-bearer,—all save that is dead,—
Yet, mid the gloom, glad wings are ever heard.
Hovers a rare and radiant humming-bird
Called the flame-bearer,—all save that is dead,—
Yet, mid the gloom, glad wings are ever heard.
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