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RECOLLECTIONS OF PAST EVENTS.
'Tis sweetest when the night is gone,
The substance of a pleasing dream,
Awakes the most delightful theme,
When to one's self alone,
Those pleasures only break in sight,
Fresh with the streams of morning light.
The substance of a pleasing dream,
Awakes the most delightful theme,
When to one's self alone,
Those pleasures only break in sight,
Fresh with the streams of morning light.
The spring is sweetest after past,
For wonders fail to charm before,
O, then look back, the scene adore,
'Mid autumns deepest blast;
Thus hoary age looks back in truth,
And smiles upon the charms of youth.
For wonders fail to charm before,
O, then look back, the scene adore,
'Mid autumns deepest blast;
Thus hoary age looks back in truth,
And smiles upon the charms of youth.
No less delight the summer shows,
Where surly winter takes her seat;
She then and then alone is sweet,
For dreams her charms disclose:
To shun the hidden ills be sure,
Wait till the greener fruits mature.
Where surly winter takes her seat;
She then and then alone is sweet,
For dreams her charms disclose:
To shun the hidden ills be sure,
Wait till the greener fruits mature.
Wedlock must long have past away,
Before its charms can well be known,
For often men their wives disown,
Till years their deeds display:
The sweets of time can best be told,
In after years when life is old.
Before its charms can well be known,
For often men their wives disown,
Till years their deeds display:
The sweets of time can best be told,
In after years when life is old.
Will not eternity be sweet,
When dreaming nature sleeps no more,
When the short night of time is o'er,
And world's in union meet—
The mem'ry of pure deeds in time,
Live in seraphic world's sublime.
When dreaming nature sleeps no more,
When the short night of time is o'er,
And world's in union meet—
The mem'ry of pure deeds in time,
Live in seraphic world's sublime.
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