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And hopes—young, sunny hopes are there,
All bright, like them, with early day,—
Perchance too like,—mow calm and fair,
But soon to fade and pass away.
All bright, like them, with early day,—
Perchance too like,—mow calm and fair,
But soon to fade and pass away.
But oh! while outward things can cheer,
And lighten o'er life's passing hours,
To me must those fair forms be dear,—
Still must I love ye, gentle flowers!
And lighten o'er life's passing hours,
To me must those fair forms be dear,—
Still must I love ye, gentle flowers!
E.
August 16, 1836.
