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[In evil forget not good]
In evil forget not good,Colour not Life with thy mood;
Think of old hours of boding,
Of terror and heart-corroding,
The darkness, the lightning, the blast,
And how they changed and pass'd
And melted away altogether
To sunshine and summer weather.
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Our life is form'd, and life's events.
With habits pale we hedge it round,
And fain would think it solid ground,
But everything we strive to clutch,
Melting to fog, eludes our touch;
Till, sad and weary, vext and daunted,
We take the flitting shows for granted.
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