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II. THE WORLD RENOUNCED.
What youth now courts, with sweets bedew'd,
The World so seeming fair,
Where in some cave with roses strew'd
She binds her golden hair,
The World so seeming fair,
Where in some cave with roses strew'd
She binds her golden hair,
Now plain and guileless? he full soon
The fatal change shall weep,
And see aghast the coming on
Of black and stormy deep.
The fatal change shall weep,
And see aghast the coming on
Of black and stormy deep.
All gold, fond youth, he hopes her now,
And thinks that ne'er will fail
The heart at ease and lovely brow;
Nor knows the treacherous gale.
And thinks that ne'er will fail
The heart at ease and lovely brow;
Nor knows the treacherous gale.
Ah, hapless they who deem her fair!
Sav'd from a watery grave,
I vow me in His house of prayer
To Him that walk'd the wave.
Sav'd from a watery grave,
I vow me in His house of prayer
To Him that walk'd the wave.
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