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Then, Most, I Smile
by [?]

(“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.”