Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION .

When he who longs and sighs,
Though hope has fled,
Stumbles upon the prize,
Oh, joy indeed!
Such joy is mine, that thou,
Dearer than gold,
Lesbia, reseekest now
Thy love of old;
Thyself reseek'st my love
When hope had fled!
O day all days above,
Be honored!
Who happier lives than I?
Or who shall say
That life can give more joy,
Than mine to-day?
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Catullus
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