Breaks from a thousand suns, the seraphs, shod

With flaming sandals, lead thee; and my sight

Dims with the vision, till fresh from His rod,

I see thee lift those orbs, once quenched in night,

And gaze into the steadfast eyes of God!

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CUPID TO A SKULL.

I came your way in the years gone by,

In the summers that now are old,

And then there was light in your beaming eye,

And love was living and hopes were high

At the Sign of the Heart of Gold.

I come today and the lights are fled,

And the trail of the mold and rust

Has saddened the hall where the feast was spread,

And love has vanished and youth is dead

At the Sign of the Heart of Dust.

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