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Eugene Field - To M.L. Gray,Eugene Field - To M.L. Gray,
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Come, dear old friend, and with us twain   To calm Digentian groves repair; The turtle coos his sweet refrain   And posies are a-blooming there; And there the romping Sabine girls Bind myrtle in their lustrous curls. I know a certain ilex-tree   Whence leaps a fountain cool and clear. Its voices summon you and me;   Come, let us haste to share its cheer! Methinks the rapturous song it sings Should woo our thoughts from mortal things. But, good old friend, I charge thee well,   Watch thou my brother all the while, Lest some fair Lydia cast her spell   Round him unschooled in female guile. Those damsels have no charms for me; Guard thou that brother,--I`ll guard thee! And, lo, sweet friend! behold this cup,   Round which the garlands intertwine; With Massic it is foaming up,   And we would drink to thee and thine. And of the draught thou shalt partake, Who lov`st us for our father`s sake. Hark you! from yonder Sabine farm   Echo the songs of long ago, With power to soothe and grace to charm   What ills humanity may know; With that sweet music in the air, `T is Love and Summer everywhere. So, though no grief consumes our lot   (Since all our lives have been discreet), Come, in this consecrated spot,   Let`s see if pagan cheer be sweet. Now, then, the songs; but, first, more wine. The gods be with you, friends of mine!
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