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Casimire, Book II. Ode 2. Imitated.
 
 
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Casimire, Book II. Ode 2. Imitated.

I

Tho' Autumn now to Winter yields,
And hides with Snow the neighb'ring Fields;
Yet when the Sun, with piercing Ray,
Darts on the hills, the Snow will melt away.

II

But soon as Age, around our Brow,
The silver Locks shall thinly sow,
That wintry Mantle will remain,
Nor change its cold unpleasing Dye again.

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III

Swift flies the Summer, Autumn flies;
The blooming Spring, that soon will rise,
With equal speed will pass away;
For all things here are subject to Decay.

IV

Nor can the fragrant Nard renew
On your wan Gheeks the rosy hue;
Nor flow'ry Wreaths, around your head
Tho' daily worn, their glowing tincture spread.

V

What tho' our hungry Sister Worm
Demands this frail and fleeting Form?
For You the grateful Muse will claim
A fair reversion of surviving Fame.

VI

Long has be liv'd, around whose Urn
His Friends with pious Sorrow mourn.
To Memory your Fame convey;
All else the greedy Moons will snatch away.
Wm. Duncombe. November, 1753.