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High hopes we build like towers; they fall like toys;
The foolish heart beneath lies crushed and bleeding:
We scan the past and future for our joys,
When on joy's very wing the hour is speeding.
The foolish heart beneath lies crushed and bleeding:
We scan the past and future for our joys,
When on joy's very wing the hour is speeding.
The future comes not, as all lives attest;
A vanished hour, nor tears nor prayers will send thee:
Do present duties, leave to Heaven the rest,
And every dawn shall with fresh hope attend thee.
A vanished hour, nor tears nor prayers will send thee:
Do present duties, leave to Heaven the rest,
And every dawn shall with fresh hope attend thee.
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