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264 NOT YET, MY SOUL. NOT yet, my soul, look back to vi.'e w The rapturous joys, that late were thine, By time untouch'd, their brilliant hue Would now-too bdg?tly; keenly shine. Contrasted with the vivid scene, How dark would seem the present hour, As, where the lightuing?s path has been, Th' impending clouds' more deeply !ow'r. When Time's so? twilight, stealing on, Has shed subdued a reellower ray; When all the grief of grief is flown, Then turn--and gaze thyself away *. But, should too much the colours fade, Too quickly l(?se their wonted fire, Fo?d Memory then sliall lend her aid, Nor let one cherish'd trace expire. ......... ?Google
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