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ODE XIII. LOVE OF PLEASURE.
FROM HAFEZ, A PERSIAN POET.
Sweet are the meads; the social friend is sweet;May then the rose's season, blooming May,
Propitious prove! for I would still be gay
With wine's true lovers, and, as virtuous, greet
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Hastens to death, and, tho' the nightingale
Is hush'd, still other warblers shall prevail,
And other flowers shall wanton near my feet.
Yes—all a love-lorn wand'rer's path shall cheer.
For from the lily's upright head I learn
To rise with honest joy; duteous to hear
Pleasure's high call: burn, Hafez, burn,
With love of pleasure; but let worldlings know,
Their pleasures are not thine, nor can the world bestow.
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