ON the BEGINNINGS OF MISSES RACHEL AND PAULINE GARCIA Thus, no matter what one says, it does not dry up, the immortal and fertile source That the divine dispach rider made spout out under its steps; It always exists, this sap of the world, It runs, and the gods are still ici-bas! With what are used to us thus so much as frivolous fights, Tant of always vain efforts and always reappearing? A so pompeux chaos of useless words, And so much impotent hammers Striking the old idols? Let us discourse on arts, make the experts; We in vain will change errors Like a libertine of mistress, the lilacs in spring will be always in flowers, And immortal arts will renovate unceasingly. Let us discuss our through, our dreams and our tastes, Comparons with leisure the modern one and the antique, And reinforce under these jealous flags! When we are at the end of our rhetoric, Two children born of yesterday will know some more than us. Ô young people hearts filled with antique poetry, Be welcome, dear children of the gods You have the same age and the same genius. Soft clearness is blessed That you bring back in our eyes! Go! how happiness follows you! It is not chance an inconstant whim Which gave birth to to you at the same moment. Your mother ici-bas, it is the MUSE attentive Which on fire crowned day before eternally. Obey without fear with the god who inspires to you. Be unaware of, if it may be, that we speak about you. These complaints, these agreements, these tears, this soft smile, All your treasures, give them to us Chantez children, let say to us.
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