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AD AMICOS.
Ah, nevermore the dull neglect, that smothers
The bard's dependent being, shall return;
Forgotten lines are on the lips of others,
Extinguished thoughts in other spirits burn!
The bard's dependent being, shall return;
Forgotten lines are on the lips of others,
Extinguished thoughts in other spirits burn!
Still hoarded lives what seemed so spent and wasted,
And echoes come from dark or empty years;
Here brims the golden cup, no more untasted,
But fame is dim through mists of grateful tears.
And echoes come from dark or empty years;
Here brims the golden cup, no more untasted,
But fame is dim through mists of grateful tears.
I sang but as the living spirit taught me,
Beat towards the light, perchance with wayward wing;
And still must answer, for the cheer you've brought me:
I sang because I could not choose but sing.
Beat towards the light, perchance with wayward wing;
And still must answer, for the cheer you've brought me:
I sang because I could not choose but sing.
From that wide air, whose greedy silence swallows
So many voices, even as mine seemed lost,
I hear you speak, and sudden glory follows,
As from a falling tongue of Pentecost.
So many voices, even as mine seemed lost,
I hear you speak, and sudden glory follows,
As from a falling tongue of Pentecost.
So heard and hailed by you, that, standing nearest,
Blend love with faith in one far-shining flame.
I hold anew the earliest gift and dearest,
The happy Song that cares not for its fame!
B. T.
Blend love with faith in one far-shining flame.
I hold anew the earliest gift and dearest,
The happy Song that cares not for its fame!
B. T.
