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THE SERIOUS ‘VIVE LA BAGATELLE.’
Bright world! you may write on my heart what you will,
But write it with pencil not pen:
Your hand hath its skill: but a hand finer still
Will whiten your tablet again.
But write it with pencil not pen:
Your hand hath its skill: but a hand finer still
Will whiten your tablet again.
To the moment its laugh, and its smile to the flower!
Not niggard we give them: but why?
Old Time must devour the year as the hour:
Our trust is Eternity.
Not niggard we give them: but why?
Old Time must devour the year as the hour:
Our trust is Eternity.
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