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DISAPPOINTMENT.
Mark yon rich cloud, its hues so bright,
Ting'd with the warm sun's setting ray;
Soon will the sable brow of night
Scowl all those golden hues away.
Ting'd with the warm sun's setting ray;
Soon will the sable brow of night
Scowl all those golden hues away.
Mark yon soft sea, its placid rest,
The gentle curling of that wave;
Soon shall the ponderous billow's breast
Raise on that sea, a gloomy grave.
The gentle curling of that wave;
Soon shall the ponderous billow's breast
Raise on that sea, a gloomy grave.
Like these, alas, are mortal joys!
When in those joys we rest secure,
Some stroke of fate the charm destroys,—
That stroke is Heaven's—oh hush! endure.
When in those joys we rest secure,
Some stroke of fate the charm destroys,—
That stroke is Heaven's—oh hush! endure.
Savannah, Ga. 1811.
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