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7389	Holmes, Oliver Wendell	The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — Volume 02 Additional Poems (1837-1848)			.txt	text/plain	16399	1444	93	The morning spray, like sea-born flowers, THIS ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, Till years have taught thine eyes to weep, Thy weary heart may faint for rest, Thou shalt tear thy locks of jet; Dims thine eyes and spoils thy hair. From thy heart love's burning trace, So round thy heart a beaming circle lies And thy poor sea-bird folds her tattered wings,-Comes sweet with music to thy wearied ear; Sweet sister, risen from thy new-made grave? Round her young heart thy "Romish Upas" threw Look in his face, to meet thy neighbor's soul, Thy heart's best life-blood ebbing as they flow; And thoughts turn crystals in thy fluid strain,-Need'st thou, young poet, to inform thy line; Be like the granite of thy rock-ribbed land,-Will keep her true as long as faith shall be! There through all time shall faithful Memory tell,	./cache/7389.txt	./txt/7389.txt