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WHAT IS HAPPINESS?
A shadow that flits from the gaze,
Like evening's departing rays.
O'er mountains of sorrow
  It fades from our sight,
And the heart then must borrow
  A fainter light.

'Tis a dream of the weary soul,
Where bright visions, without control,
One moment will hover;
  Then, hast'ning away,
Leave the bosom for ever
  To sick'ning decay.

'Tis a wave of the silvery tide,
From our grasp it for ever doth glide;
And it leaves not a trace
  Of the light that is gone,
O'er the resting-place
  Where its brightness shone.

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