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A Festal Ode

Rating: 3.3
With sounds of happiness the deer
Browse on the celery of the meads.
A nobler feast is furnished here,
With guests renowned for noble deeds.
The lutes are struck; the organ blows,
Till all its tongues in movement heave.
Each basket loaded stands, and shows
The precious gifts the guests receive.
They love me and my mind will teach,
How duty's highest aim to reach.
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Susan Williams 18 January 2016
Be we creature or human, we find joy in feasting and in companionship. The greatest festival leaves its guests feeling the last stanza: .And with my spirits rich crown all The cups to cheer the festive throng. Let each retire with gladdened heart, In his own sphere to play his part.
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* Sunprincess * 18 January 2016
............a joyous poem with an amazing rhythm ?
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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 January 2016
Mind blowing philosophy has been projected through this beautiful poem that advocates satisfaction and joy to all participants in the festal. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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M Asim Nehal 18 January 2016
Amazing poem. I enjoyed it specially the last stanza is fantastic.. And with my spirits rich crown all The cups to cheer the festive throng. Let each retire with gladdened heart, In his own sphere to play his part.
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