love and friendship

LOVE is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?


The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?


Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.

MY
life closed twice before its close--
It yet remains to see
If
Immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And
all we need of hell.

Beautiful dreamer,
wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer,
king of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer,
out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer,
beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me!

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O...god almighty...
who hears my cries...
who noes my turf of individuality...
who watches beneath the sea of humanity
lies a devil....
who cries for man...
suffering in a world...
of sanctimonous puppets of life....