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REFLECTIONS.
[Oh! where have fled the moments blest]
Oh! where have fled the moments blest,
That pass'd so swift away;
When day still brought us night's sweet rest,
And night was bright as day?
Sweet hours of youth and joy,
That know no second birth;
Alas! you ever fly,
Ere scarce we've learn'd your worth.
That pass'd so swift away;
When day still brought us night's sweet rest,
And night was bright as day?
Sweet hours of youth and joy,
That know no second birth;
Alas! you ever fly,
Ere scarce we've learn'd your worth.
And where has fled the power to move,
That Nona once possess'd;
That warm'd each icy heart to love,
And fir'd each frigid breast?
Where, too, those graces, fraught
With all that hearts could sway;
Which woke each tender thought,
And stole our souls away?
That Nona once possess'd;
That warm'd each icy heart to love,
And fir'd each frigid breast?
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With all that hearts could sway;
Which woke each tender thought,
And stole our souls away?
Ah! with her youth, Experience sighs,
Has Nona's beauty flown,
For still with youth 'tis beauty flies;
Years ne'er depart alone.
In spring our wisdom sleeps;
In winter wakes to truth;
And long the greybeard weeps
The folly of the youth.
Has Nona's beauty flown,
For still with youth 'tis beauty flies;
Years ne'er depart alone.
In spring our wisdom sleeps;
In winter wakes to truth;
And long the greybeard weeps
The folly of the youth.
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