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Say not my years too few have been
To learn the world's deceit,—
That seldom, in life's varied scene,
May youth and sorrow meet:
Will sorrow be content to sleep
Till time has roused its power?—
Is there a date to learn to weep—
Comes it not every hour?
To learn the world's deceit,—
That seldom, in life's varied scene,
May youth and sorrow meet:
Will sorrow be content to sleep
Till time has roused its power?—
Is there a date to learn to weep—
Comes it not every hour?
The fatal word by fate impress'd
On childhood's tender page,
Chides every joy of youth to rest,
And leaves a life of age.
And though a momentary light
Might sparkle from my eye,
'Twas but the meteor of a night—
No native of the sky!
On childhood's tender page,
Chides every joy of youth to rest,
And leaves a life of age.
And though a momentary light
Might sparkle from my eye,
'Twas but the meteor of a night—
No native of the sky!
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