Then, Most, I Smile

 ("Il est un peu tard.") 
 
 {Bk. III. xxx., Oct. 30, 1854.} 


 Late it is to look so proud, 
 Daisy queen! come is the gloom 
 Of the winter-burdened cloud!— 
 "But, in winter, most I bloom!" 
 
 Star of even! sunk the sun! 
 Lost for e'er the ruddy line; 
 And the earth is veiled in dun,— 
 "Nay, in darkness, best I shine!" 
 
 O, my soul! art 'bove alarm, 
 Quaffing thus the cup of gall— 
 Canst thou face the grave with calm?— 
 "Yes, the Christians smile at all." 


 

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