| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | Song of Thyrsis | | By Philip Freneau |
| | | THE TURTLE on yon withered bough, | |
| That lately mourned her murdered mate, | |
| Has found another comrade now— | |
| Such changes all await! | |
| Again her drooping plume is drest. | 5 |
| Again she’s willing to be blest | |
| And takes her lover to her nest. | |
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| If nature has decreed it so | |
| With all above, and all below, | |
| Let us like them forget our woe, | 10 |
| And not be killed with sorrow. | |
| If I should quit your arms to-night | |
| And chance to die before ’t was light, | |
| I would advise you—and you might— | |
| Love again to-morrow. | 15 | | | |
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