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THE HOPES OF YOUTH.
To youth, exulting, soon delighted,
The coming hours,
Seen by Hope's April sunshine, lighted,
Blooming with flow'rs
Ne'er to be blighted!
Proudly the barque
Sails, when blue skies and blue seas flatter:
The storm comes. Hark—
A shriek! her sides the wild waves shatter!
She's gone!—all's dark.
The coming hours,
Seen by Hope's April sunshine, lighted,
Blooming with flow'rs
Ne'er to be blighted!
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Sails, when blue skies and blue seas flatter:
The storm comes. Hark—
A shriek! her sides the wild waves shatter!
She's gone!—all's dark.
Such are youth's fairy dreams of gladness;—
And thus they end
In tempests of unlook'd for sadness,—
Tortures,—that send
The soul to madness!
And thus they end
In tempests of unlook'd for sadness,—
Tortures,—that send
The soul to madness!
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