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The winds a carol murmur, soft and low, / While silver stars, that gem the arch of night / In answering tones, repeat the choral strain: / Sleep on, O minstrel, calm be thy repose, / Pure as thy spirit, guileless as thy heart;
May golden dreams of past and future years, / Of deeds accomplished, laurels nobly won, / Beguile thy slumber with their magic power, / And bear thee onward to the classic vales, / Where thou in thought hast wandered o'er and o'er, / Hast laved thy brow in sweet Arcadian springs, / And caught the music of Apollo's lyre:
Sleep on, O minstrel, angels guard thy rest, / Till in her chariot drawn by flaming steeds, / Comes the fair goddess of the blushing morn, / And in her beauty smiling bids thee wake.
1903