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THE WORLD OF DREAMS.
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vi.Far in the east, where oaks have frowned For ages o'er untrodden wastes,Where human step ne'er prints its ground, Nor human lip its waters tastes;
vii.A mountain rises, dark and lone, And 'mid its rocks, so legends say,Where nothing but the wild air's moan Is heard through all the dreamy day;
viii.There springs a fount whose waves are nought But drops of spell-encircled dew,That gives the drinker's brow and thought The glow of youth's unfading hue.
ix.Go search thy heart, a spring is there Whose hidden wave that spell will be—Go seek it, if thou wouldst youth's fair And holy lights should burn for thee.
x.Drink deeply of the sparkling fount Of passionate feeling, strong and true;Gather its waters as they mount Like moonlit drops of charmed dew;—
xi.Cherish it—youth's fair world of dreams! Cherish it even by love's excess;And feed its warm and rosy beams With trusting faith, devotedness.
xii.Cherish the vision lest it part, And bind it by affection's chain;Ay! lean upon a kindred heart Too trustingly—'tis not in vain.
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