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THE DAY-DREAM.

THE ARRIVAL.

All precious things, discover'd late,

To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in sequel works with fate,
And draws the veil from hidden worth.
He travels far from other skies—
His mantle glitters on the rocks—
A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes,
And lighter-footed than the fox.

The bodies and the bones of those
That strove in other days to pass,
Are wither'd in the thorny close,
Or scatter'd blanching in the grass.
He gazes on the silent dead:
"They perish'd in their daring deeds.'
This proverb flashes thro' his head,
"The many fail: the one succeeds."