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AWAY WITH CARE AND SORROW.

A DUETT.

HE.
Away with care and sorrow,
Let laughing hopes beguile,
For every coming morrow
May wear a brighter smile;
While Love, in playful measure,
With chords that never jar,
Awakes the notes of pleasure
Along the sweet guitar.

SHE.
But hopes are quickly blighted,
For love is apt to fly;
And hearts to-day delighted,
To-morrow often sigh:
Then seize the fleeting treasure,
'T is like a shooting star,
And wakes the notes of pleasure
Along the sweet guitar.

BOTH.
If hope is but a bubble,
'T is still a pleasing toy,
And every passing trouble,
But gives a zest to joy;
When Love, in playful measure,
And chords that never jar,
Awakes the notes of pleasure
Along the sweet guitar.

HE.
What though a cloud of sadness
May flit across the mind,
A thousand beams of gladness
Are still concealed behind;
And Joy, in field of azure,
Again shall light his star,
And wakes the notes of pleasure
Along the sweet guitar.

SHE.
But should a night of sorrow,
When dewy eyes are damp,
Before the coming morrow,
Extinguish Cupid's lamp;
Could aught return the treasure,
When peace is fled afar,
Or wake the notes of pleasure
Along the sweet guitar?

BOTH.
Though showers of grief should dim it,
The torch of love will burn;
For tenderness shall trim it,
Till smiling Peace return;
When Love, in playful measure,
With chords that never jar,
Shall wake the notes of pleasure,
Along the sweet guitar.

HE.
A beamy smile of gladness,
Like that which greets me now,
Could chase the clouds of sadness:
From every manly brow.
It lights the eye of azure,
Like Love's delicious star,
And wakes the notes of pleasure,
Along the sweet guitar.

SHE.
When Music's notes are sounding,
'T is joy that lights the eye;
For hearts are gayly bounding,
So sweet the minutes fly;
While Hope, in playful measure,
With chords that never jar,
Awakes the notes of pleasure
Along the sweet guitar.

BOTH.
Then hence with care and sorrow,
Let laughing hopes beguile,
For every coming morrow,
May wear a brighter smile;
While Love, in playful measure,
With chords that never jar,
Awakes the notes of pleasure,
Along the sweet guitar.