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THE SUN OF LIFE.

Fortune is the sun of life,
All is warm and bright then;
Every step with pleasure rife,
Time is all delight then!—
Love is glancing 'neath its ray,
All is fair and fond then;
Life is just a summer day—
Not a care beyond then!
Poverty's the night of life,
All is dark and drear then;
Every step with sorrow rife,
Every day's a fear then!—
Friendship, like a star above,
Glimmers high and cold then:
Love—alas! the hopes of love—
Scorn'd, as soon as told then!