KISS mine eyelids, beauteous Morn,
Blushing into life new-born!
Lend me violets for my hair,
ANGEL of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love!
Come while our voices are blended in song
"BRING me my broken harp," he said;
"We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,--
Though all its ringing tones have fled,
Their echoes linger round it still;
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen
With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the green,
At the side toward the sunset, with the window on its right,
Stood the London-made piano I am dreaming of to-night!
YES, we knew we must lose him,--though friendship may claim
To blend her green leaves with the laurels of fame;
ANGEL of Death! extend thy silent reign!
Stretch thy dark sceptre oâ€™er this new domain
No sable car along the winding road
My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt!
Long years have oâ€™er her flown;
Yet still she strains the aching clasp
That binds her virgin zone;
BRAVE singer of the coming time,
Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,
Crowned with the noblest wreath of rhyme,
Thoughtful in youth, but not austere in age;
Calm, but not cold, and cheerful though a sage;
Too true to flatter and too kind to sneer,
THE summer dawn is breaking
On Auburn's tangled bowers,
The golden light is waking
On Harvard's ancient towers;