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Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.

By. Walter Savage Landor

Ianthe

FROM you, Ianthe, little troubles pass

Like little ripples down a sunny river;

Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,

Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever.