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STANZAS.
[As o'er the world, by sorrow prest]
As o'er the world, by sorrow prest,
I wander sad and weary,
In hopes to find a place of rest
From scenes forlorn and dreary;
Where'er I go, I'm doom'd to trace,
If fortune smiles, the smiling face;
But if she frowns, I'm sure to see
All frown on me!
I wander sad and weary,
In hopes to find a place of rest
From scenes forlorn and dreary;
Where'er I go, I'm doom'd to trace,
If fortune smiles, the smiling face;
But if she frowns, I'm sure to see
All frown on me!
When morning blushes through her tears,
And Nature flaunts her treasures,
How gaudy ev'ry path appears!
How rich in boundless pleasures!
But if the dawn, in misty gloom,
Still veils the flow'ret's vivid bloom,
Now droops in shade the loftiest tree
That shelter'd me!
And Nature flaunts her treasures,
How gaudy ev'ry path appears!
How rich in boundless pleasures!
But if the dawn, in misty gloom,
Still veils the flow'ret's vivid bloom,
Now droops in shade the loftiest tree
That shelter'd me!
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Nor truth nor feeling can insure
The friend that's ever smiling;
Worth cannot worldly mis'ry cure,
Its darkest hours beguiling.
This heart, which owns the purest flame,
Must patient bend, nor dare to blame,
Since fortune's frown the fates decree
To follow me!
The friend that's ever smiling;
Worth cannot worldly mis'ry cure,
Its darkest hours beguiling.
This heart, which owns the purest flame,
Must patient bend, nor dare to blame,
Since fortune's frown the fates decree
To follow me!
Thus all things light or dark appear,
As fortune cheers or saddens;
For time flies slow when grief is near,
But swift when transport gladdens.
Youth is a transient summer dream,
Where visions gay and flitting seem;
But Time and Reason wake to see
Them fade like me!
As fortune cheers or saddens;
For time flies slow when grief is near,
But swift when transport gladdens.
Youth is a transient summer dream,
Where visions gay and flitting seem;
But Time and Reason wake to see
Them fade like me!
O! come, capricious Fortune blind,
Subdue this bosom's feeling;
Make dim the fire that warms my mind,
Thence all its fervour stealing.
Teach me the sordid servile art
To dress in low disguise the heart,
Then ev'ry face shall gentle be,
And smile on me!
Subdue this bosom's feeling;
Make dim the fire that warms my mind,
Thence all its fervour stealing.
Teach me the sordid servile art
To dress in low disguise the heart,
Then ev'ry face shall gentle be,
And smile on me!
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