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SONGS FOR BOYHOOD. |
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Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust ?
Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of Death ? |
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. |
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