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[Life's a varied, bright illusion]
Life's a varied, bright illusion,
Joy and sorrow—light and shade;
Turn from sorrow's dark suffusion,
Catch the pleasures ere they fade.
Joy and sorrow—light and shade;
Turn from sorrow's dark suffusion,
Catch the pleasures ere they fade.
Fancy paints with hues unreal,
Smile of bliss, and sorrow's mood;
If they both are but ideal,
Why reject the seeming good?
Smile of bliss, and sorrow's mood;
If they both are but ideal,
Why reject the seeming good?
Hence! no more! 'tis Wisdom calls ye,
Bids ye court Time's present aid;
The future trust not—Hope enthrals ye,
“Catch the pleasures ere they fade.”
Bids ye court Time's present aid;
The future trust not—Hope enthrals ye,
“Catch the pleasures ere they fade.”
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