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��Shall Man of frail fruition boast ?

Shall life be counted dear. Oft but a moment, and, at most,

A momentary year ?

There was a time, — that time is past, — When, Youth ! I bloom'd like thee ;

A time will come,— 'tis coming fast, When thou shalt fade like me ; —

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