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LOVE'S TRIUMPH

Ah, shattered form, thy beauty, chaste as frost,

Once held in thrall the heart of lord and swain.

While Cupid sped his strongest shafts in vain

Thou didst not dream the price thy triumph cost,

Or know thy charm would be forever lost,

When Time with jealous wind or flood should stain

Thy snowy brow in grime or part in twain

Thy marble heart in fervent holocaust!

Thy spell is gone; but oh, the maid whose heart

Was riven by the little wing-ed god

That dipped his arrow in the scarlet stream

Of my own life, shall triumph over Art

And Time,—my love, whose ardent pulsing blood

Shall quicken other lives and reign supreme!

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MY GUIDING STAR

Adrift alone on life's bleak ocean waste,

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