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THE STAR OF LIFE.
The Star of Life is shining,
The damps of Night are fled;
No more thy heart is pining,
O'er scenes of pleasure dead.
Go, sport in frolic bow'r,
Go, bask 'neath fortune's pow'r,
There yet may come an hour,
When Time his blights shall shed
The damps of Night are fled;
No more thy heart is pining,
O'er scenes of pleasure dead.
Go, sport in frolic bow'r,
Go, bask 'neath fortune's pow'r,
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When Time his blights shall shed
Go give to fortune's minion,
The heart I thought but mine;
I proudly burst the pinion,
That bound me to your shrine.
Tho' life's unfolding measure
No longer wakes to pleasure,
Yet Feeling's mad'ning treasure,
Is sweet, compared to thine.
The heart I thought but mine;
I proudly burst the pinion,
That bound me to your shrine.
Tho' life's unfolding measure
No longer wakes to pleasure,
Yet Feeling's mad'ning treasure,
Is sweet, compared to thine.
For memory oft shall tell thee
Of vows perchance forgot;
And former thoughts impel thee,
To sorrow o'er my lot—
That but for thee, a heaven
To early morn had given,
And tinged with light, the even
That now—is but a blot.
Of vows perchance forgot;
And former thoughts impel thee,
To sorrow o'er my lot—
That but for thee, a heaven
To early morn had given,
And tinged with light, the even
That now—is but a blot.
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