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The half-hid deeds of years that are no more,
How few the scenes her hand can picture there
Of heart-felt bliss untroubled by a care!
Yet many a charm can pow'rful Fancy raise,
To point the smiling path of future days;
There too will Hope her genial influence blend,
Faithless, but kind; a flatt'rer, but a friend.
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