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Literary Gazette, 29th March 1823, Page 203-204
(Songs)
Pledge not that sparkling bowl
To Memory, to Love, to Me;
I lay no spell upon thy soul
Mid revelry:
But when thy wreath is dead,
And the dancers have left the hall,
When the song and the lights are fled,
Oh, then recall
One, whose fate is also gloom,
Withered and darkened and lone;
But whose heart was all light and bloom
When first thine own!
