Of their close casket, started as they sent
Swift, glowing rays to greet her, and then bent
To lift them in her white hands lovingly;—
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O great of heart, so calmly dost thou stand
In the proud splendor of thy fame, and bring
Thy glorious gifts to all the listening land,—
Thou canst not greatly care what I may sing!
Yet since I hold to thee my amethyst ring,
Take it one little moment in thy hand!