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THE LOVER'S SECOND THOUGHTS ON WORLD-WEARINESS.

I

Heart! take courage! 'tis not worthy
For a woman's scorn to pine:
If her cold indifference wound thee,
There are remedies around thee
For such malady as thine.
Be no longer weary, weary,
From thy love-lit summits hurl'd;
Be no longer weary, weary,
Weary, weary of the world!

II

If thou must be loved by woman,
Seek again—the world is wide;
It is full of loving creatures,
Fair in form, and mind, and features—
Choose among them for thy bride.
Be no longer weary, weary,
To and fro by passion whirl'd:
Be no longer weary, weary,
Weary, weary of the world!

III

Or if Love should lose thy favour,
Try the paths of honest fame,
Climb Parnassus' summit hoary,
Carve thy way by deeds of glory,
Write on History's page thy name.

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Be no longer weary, weary,
To the depths of sorrow hurl'd;
Be no longer weary, weary,
Weary, weary of the world!

IV

Or if these shall fail to move thee,
Be the phantoms unpursued,
Try a charm that will not fail thee
When old age and grief assail thee—
Try the charm of doing good.
Be no longer weak and weary,
By the storms of passion whirl'd;
Be no longer weary, weary,
Weary, weary of the world!

V

Love is fleeting and uncertain,
And can hate where it adored;
Chase of glory wears the spirit,
Fame not always follows merit,
Goodness is its own reward.
Be no longer weary, weary,
From thine happy summits hurl'd;
Be no longer weary, weary,
Weary, weary of the world!