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LOVE'S MUTABILITY!
The first blest time I saw my love,
'Twas on an April day;
Ah! that she like that day should prove,
And shine but to betray.
'Twas on an April day;
Ah! that she like that day should prove,
And shine but to betray.
In morn it was she cheer'd my sight,
With smiles that fled too soon;—
They promis'd to endure till night,
But vanish'd ere the noon.
With smiles that fled too soon;—
They promis'd to endure till night,
But vanish'd ere the noon.
Now all is dark, Love's night has come,
And brings death's lasting sleep;
My rest lies in the silent tomb,
And she for me may weep
And brings death's lasting sleep;
My rest lies in the silent tomb,
And she for me may weep
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For this the doom that waits Love's slave,
His hopes are still o'erthrown;
And only—only in the grave,
Can certain rest be known!
His hopes are still o'erthrown;
And only—only in the grave,
Can certain rest be known!
Some cloud the fairest day deforms,
Some blight mars pleasure's flowers;
Our look'd for sunshine turns to storms,
The brightest sky has showers!
Some blight mars pleasure's flowers;
Our look'd for sunshine turns to storms,
The brightest sky has showers!
And “all who've journied life's sad round,”
With me will, sighing, say,
In love no equal bliss is found;
'Tis but an April day!
With me will, sighing, say,
In love no equal bliss is found;
'Tis but an April day!
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