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PLEASURE REMEMBERED
NAUSHON, NOVEMBER 19, 1850
Dear are our smiling pleasures while they last,But dearer sighs are wafted from the past.
O'er the bright present with its arching bowers
The vines, luxuriant, trail their fruit and flowers;
In memory's vaults uncounted summers shine,
Their purple clusters changed to beaming wine!
Snatched from its stem, amidst the vulgar strife
The grape may cool the fiery thirst of life,
But the rich goblet that in peace we drain
Turns to sweet visions in the dreaming brain.
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