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VII.

[Lose not the hopeful moments, thou whose eye]

Lose not the hopeful moments, thou whose eye,
By love and thought through many a grief refined,
Can trace disquiet in the trifler's mind,
Even through the looks that pity would defy;
But touch thou tenderly the little store
Of mean and frail to which his spirit clings:
So may'st thou win him to accept the more
From thine own treasury of better things.