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STANZAS.
The bird, that soars on joyous wing,
Must stoop to earth when darkness reigns;
The flowers, that gem the breast of spring,
Fade when the frost comes o'er the plains;
And thus gay Fancy droops her flight,
Beneath affliction's starless night,—
And thus sweet Feeling's hopes are lost,
Chilled by Neglect's unkindly frost.
Must stoop to earth when darkness reigns;
The flowers, that gem the breast of spring,
Fade when the frost comes o'er the plains;
And thus gay Fancy droops her flight,
Beneath affliction's starless night,—
And thus sweet Feeling's hopes are lost,
Chilled by Neglect's unkindly frost.
Morn smiles the gloomy night away,—
The bird again may seek the skies;
And in the life-imparting ray
The sad and shrinking flowrets rise;
But often, Genius, thou must pine,
On thee no fostering sun will shine;
And pride, with cold, averted eye,
Beholds thy sweetest blossoms die.
The bird again may seek the skies;
And in the life-imparting ray
The sad and shrinking flowrets rise;
But often, Genius, thou must pine,
On thee no fostering sun will shine;
And pride, with cold, averted eye,
Beholds thy sweetest blossoms die.
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