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DREAM ON FOND HEART!
Dream on fond heart! too wrapt in joy,
To feel or fear, the fatal truth;
Too soon that dream, shall time destroy,
And blight each promise of thy youth.
To feel or fear, the fatal truth;
Too soon that dream, shall time destroy,
And blight each promise of thy youth.
In early hours, when life was bliss,
Bright shadows! that we ne'er forget!
Thou didst not dream of pangs like this,
A deeper pang awaits thee yet!
Bright shadows! that we ne'er forget!
Thou didst not dream of pangs like this,
A deeper pang awaits thee yet!
Thou didst not feel when fortune fled,
One living pang, one lasting wo,
Yet thou shalt weep the vision dead,
Thy foolish pulse has worship'd so.
One living pang, one lasting wo,
Yet thou shalt weep the vision dead,
Thy foolish pulse has worship'd so.
There is an anchorite, whose pray'r
Arises from a lonely cell;
His, is the heart, whose hope is care,
Whose pray'r to heav'n, but breathes of hell!
Arises from a lonely cell;
His, is the heart, whose hope is care,
Whose pray'r to heav'n, but breathes of hell!
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