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SHALL this an emblem be of that blue sky
Wherein are set the golden stars of song?
To give me room among the shining throng?
Ah, vain the question ! 'T is enough to know
My heart in song has blossomed and has bled :
And touched the garments of the laurelled dead.
You, also, Friends, that wear the Artist's crown,
Or, wearing not, the crown to others bring,
But wait, content to hear, as I to sing.
Your love upholds me in the silent days,
And in the tuneful nights I give to Art;
B. T. CEDARCROFT, May, 1864.
The Lost May
If Love should come again
The Return of Spring