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LOVE'S VISITATION.
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Beneath the sapphire-gleaming arch
Like mated swans the white clouds sail;
And consciously yon lovely latch
Lets down her swaying vernal veil.

And picturing scenes where lance and spur
For Love their utmost valor spent,
Lo! in the fields a golden stir—
The dandelions' tournament.

As on the wings of old romance
The pageant of the fields shall pass;
Where now the golden flowers glance
Pale phantoms float across the grass.

But each returning Spring of time
Love—Love shall still be born anew;
The spirit of an heavenly clime
Crown earth with bridal bloom and dew.