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Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart.
THY DAYS ARE DONE.
Thy Days Are Done, thy fame begun;
Thy country's strains record
The slaughters of his sword!
The freedom he restored!
Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shalt not taste of death!
The generous blood that flowed from thee
Within our veins its currents be,
Thy name, our charging hosts along,
Shall be the battle-word!
From virgin voices poured!
Thou shall not be deplored.
IT IS THE HOUR.
It is The Hour when from the boughs
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word;
And gentle winds and waters near
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met;
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue;
And in the Heaven that clear obscure,
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
That follows the decline of day
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST
Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword
Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,