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ANNIVERSARY POEM.
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Thy rainbow-wrought pavilion, fringed with fireOf ardent suns when reigns the proud July; Thy creeping, leaping, battling waterfalls; Thine ancient, steadfast, most imperial halls,Whose lofty chambers swell thy lightest sigh.
XXXIII.O home of peace! O cedar-bowered land— Glistening Glen Iris, beautiful as heaven! O cloven hills, by flood or earthquake riven!O riotous stream, impetuous and grand! There while we dwelt, gay laugh and mimic feud Our youth revived, our childhood half renewed,And knit, forever one, our songful band.
XXXIV.But shall we yield our souls to dreams of rest? Floating on gossamer-memories, away From dissonant life and all the sad to-day,—To sink into the poppy's scarlet breast, Crying "Here linger! there is need of sleep!" When round us "deep is calling unto deep,"Nation to nation in the East and West?
