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    ODE TO THE SUN.   Table of Contents     TRIBUTE.

Bibb, Eloise
Poems

- CATHARINE OF ARRAGON.


CATHARINE OF ARRAGON.


So tired! so weary--
The race--has been long,
And the paths have been rugged,
The winds have been strong,--
And the heart it has weakened,
In tempests so strong.

Soul, thou art sick
With the fever of strife,
Of delusions of hope
That will poison a life,
Of a world that is foul
With the passions of life;

Of a world that is false,
Souls that are vain,
Of men with a conscience
Who live to give pain,
Of words from the fair that hide
Vials of pain.

Of minds that are blackened
With crime and with sinning,
That seek to ensnare.
I am tired of the spinning
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Of these;-- yes, so terribly
Tired of their spinning.

So tired! so weary--
Of men and of things,
Of the woes of a life-time,
That time ever brings:
Of the cares and the sorrows
That life ever brings!
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(Lines written to my dear friend, Miss Leona Hanna, on the presentation of a Christmas card.)


Leona, dear, twelve months ago,
Your pensive soul I scarce did know;
A summer's touch we did require
To wake the strings of love's soft lyre.

Accept this trifle, dear, and know
My blessing glides where'er you go.
May joy with her delightful breeze
Fan all your life, prays Eloise.
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