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1815.
O, say not that love is the light of an hour,
Which fades when youth's wildness is o'er;
It glows with its purest and liveliest power
When beauty and mirth are no more.
Which fades when youth's wildness is o'er;
It glows with its purest and liveliest power
When beauty and mirth are no more.
I covet the love that will waken and stay,
Like the progress of light from the dawn,
Which opens in blushes, and spreads into day
More bright as the minutes move on.
Like the progress of light from the dawn,
Which opens in blushes, and spreads into day
More bright as the minutes move on.
The face I could love must reflect the fair beam
Of a soul that is lighted from heaven;
Its smile, like the sunshine that glows on a stream,
Forever unruffled and even.
Of a soul that is lighted from heaven;
Its smile, like the sunshine that glows on a stream,
Forever unruffled and even.
Then sorrow might come, but it would not be dark;
That love on the shadows would shine;
And the near hope of heaven, with its rapturous spark,
Would lighten and warm our decline.
That love on the shadows would shine;
And the near hope of heaven, with its rapturous spark,
Would lighten and warm our decline.
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