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BUSY, CURIOUS, THIRSTY FLY.
Child of art! to thee be given
 To paint, in colours all unclouded,
Breakings of a radiant heaven
 O'er an isle in darkness shrouded!
But, to paint them true and well,
 Every ray we see them shedding,
In its very light must tell
 What a gloom before was spreading.

Canst thou picture dried-up tears—
 Eyes that wept no longer weeping—
Faithful woman's wrongs and fears,
 Lonely, nightly, vigils keeping—
Listening every footfall nigh—
 Hoping him she loves returning?
Canst thou, then, depict her joy,
 That we may know the change from mourning?

Paint in colours strong, but mild,
 Our isle's redeemer and director—
Canst thou paint the man a child,
 Yet shadow forth the mighty victor?
Let his path a rainbow span,
 Every hue and colour blending—
Beaming "peace and love" to man,
 And alike o'er all extending!

Canst thou paint a land made free—
 From its sleep of bondage woken—
Yet, withal, that we may see
 What 'twas before the chain was broken?
Seize the pencil, child of art!
 Fame and fortune brighten o'er thee!
Great thy hand, and great thy heart,
 If well thou dost the work before thee!

Busy, Curious, Thirsty Fly.
Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
Drink with me, and drink as I;
Freely welcome to my cup,
Couldst thou sip, and sip me up.
Make the most of life yon may,
Life is short and wears away.

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