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SORROWS AND PLEASURES.
It is an awful thing how we forgetThe sacred ties that bind us each to each.
Our pleasures might admonish us, and say,
Tremble at that delight which is unshared:
Its selfishness must be its punishment.
All have their sorrows, and how strange it seems
They do not soften more the general heart:
Sorrows should be those universal links
That draw all life together.
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