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GEOTHEOS.

As sweet as the look of a loverSaluting the eyes of a maid,That blossom to blue as the maidIs ablush to the glances above her,The sunshine is gilding the gladeAnd lifting the lark out of shade.Sing therefore high praises, and thereforeSing songs that are ancient as gold,Of Earth in her garments of gold;Nor ask of their meaning, nor whereforeThey charm as of yore, for behold!The Earth is as fair as of old.Sing songs of the pride of the mountains,And songs of the strength of the seas,And the fountains that fall to the seasFrom the hands of the hills, and the fountainsThat shine in the temples of trees,In valleys of roses and bees.Sing songs that are dreamy and tender,Of slender Arabian palms,And shadows that circle the palms,Where caravans, veiled from the splendor,Are kneeling in blossoms and balms,In islands of infinite calms.Barbaric, O Man, was thy runingWhen mountains were stained as with wineBy the dawning of Time, and as wineWere the seas, yet its echoes are crooning,Achant in the gusty pineAnd the pulse of the poet's line.