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CXC. GOLDEN MOMENTS.
When sweetest moods with fairest prospects meet,And busy Fancy decks the world with flowers
Plucked in a land untinged by cares of ours,
Where souls, like childhood's angels, smile and greet;
And blessèd sunshine feeds, with tempered heat,
From open skies, new blossoms through the bowers
Touched by the spirit's glory; whilst the Hours
Their airy dance with joyous footsteps beat;
And all the good of life seems crowded in
A few short moments:—take them unto thee;
Drink deeply; grasp them closely; hide them where
Thy being flows: for they may have to win
A little gleam through days of gloom, and be
The clearest stars that light long nights of care.
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