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AN ECHO OF PERSIAN POETRY O the joy of youth !
O the dream of love !
Have they fled with the days of yore Wlien the earth around And the heavens above The smile of their Maker wore ?
Then the days shone bright And love's hope became A garden like Eden fair ; Then the Night's still voice To my spirit came Like bliss on the moonlit air !
Then the Nightingale To the Rose did sing Love's woes that his heart opprest, And the Rose sighed forth To the breath of Spring The perfume of love in her breast.
Like the Rainbow's arch Rose the wings of my dream Twixt earth and the realms above, And all forms of life In that arch did seem God's tokens of grace and love.
And my soul was thrilled With a strange delight• Soft pain and a sweet unrest, And each thrill in my soul Was a blossom bright Unfolding within my breast.
-·-- Who will bring that dream To my heart again?
Who will show me that garden fair ?
Who will echoes bring Of that haunting strain That came on the moonlit air ?
Who can tell me where Is that magic flower That sighed forth the perfume of love To the Nightingale While the moon did shower Love's light from the realms above?
Though his fading eye May have lost its skill, His heart shall yet find them again !