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CHEERFULNESS.
Come to my heart of hearts, thou radiant face!So would I gaze for ever on thy fairness;
Thine eyes are smiling stars, and holy grace
Blossoms thy sweet cheek with exotic rareness,
Trelissing it with jasmin-woven lace:
Come, laughing maid,—yet in thy laughter calm,—
Be this thy home, and live here evermore,
With all thy sister graces fair to see
Dancing, and mingling with the dance bright store
Of merry whispers, and young innocent glee;
O come, thou singer of Life's happiest psalm,
Solace my days with thy delicious balm,
And hover o'er my nightly couch, sweet dove,—
I live in joy, by living in thy love.
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