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[[strikethrough]] CUP OF LIFE. Drink deep of life its full sweet measure drain While in the frozen distance waiteth death, Nor let one golden glinted drop remain Kissing the brim with warmth of eager breath; Too swiftly youth and age are borne away The while our untired feet would farther go - But the winged moments bear us day by day To that dim Shape-speak comrades,"friend or foe"? Drink deep of life,of love's deep joy and pain, Be king of the swift hours and not their slave Our souls are tempered as they gain By the sharp bliss or pangs made strong to save Drink deep of what endures then all divine Quaff from Death's cup your life's immortal wine. [[/strikethrough]] TWO SONNETS. THE CUP OF LIFE. [For the Transcript.] 0 44 Drink deep of life before thou seek to drain The last dull cup of cool and liquid death; Drink every drop, let no rich glint remain While yet we kiss the brim with eager breath. The hour-glass runs away with youth and age- Too quick the sands of life are slipped and crossed, With trembling hand Time turns another page, And our slow feet upon the way are lost. Drink deep of life-of love's great joy and pain,- Be king of the swift hours, and not their slave- Our souls are tempered by the cups we drain To stronger life and love more strong to save. Drink deep of what endures, then strangely sweet Will seem the cup Death brings with lingering feet. WILLIAM ORDWAY PARTRIDGE. Boston, March 16, 1887. 44