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TRANSLATIONS FROM DE MUSSET.


As friend, while thou didst live,
The hour when I forget,
I likewise should forgive.
Let me forgive I I break
The long-uniting spell.
With a last tear, oh take,
Take thou, a last farewell.
Now, gold-haired, pensive Muse,
On to our pleasures ! Sing —
Some joyous carol choose.
As in the dear old Spring.
Mark, how the dew-drenched lawn
Scents the auroral hour.
Waken my love with dawn.
And pluck her garden’s flower.
Lnmortal nature, see !
Casts slumber's veil away.
New bom with her are we
In morning's earliest ray.