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But now adieu to idle dreaming,
For manhood's graver brain too light,
Int'rest sedate, with sober seeming,
Puts every gentler shade to flight!
For manhood's graver brain too light,
Int'rest sedate, with sober seeming,
Puts every gentler shade to flight!
Yet even int'rest's form shall perish!
Int'rest must fade like all the rest!
And let it go-for who would cherish
Care's ugliest night-mare in his breast!
Int'rest must fade like all the rest!
And let it go-for who would cherish
Care's ugliest night-mare in his breast!
Now Father Time, who ne'er reposes
Leads to the couch, with rapid feet,
Where failing nature dreams and dozes
On the cold worm and winding-sheet!
Leads to the couch, with rapid feet,
Where failing nature dreams and dozes
On the cold worm and winding-sheet!
What is a dream?—the earth, the sky,
Our love and hate, our joy and sorrow,
Our love and hate, our joy and sorrow,
