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Oh! let thy sorrows pass away—
Waste not in sighs an hour of light;
Life beams with many a varied ray,
And morning breaks the gloom of night.
Waste not in sighs an hour of light;
Life beams with many a varied ray,
And morning breaks the gloom of night.
That morn, which veil'd in misty grey
On ev'ry flow'ret's lid is sleeping,
Tells of the future glittering day,
And, sadly beauteous, smiles in weeping.
On ev'ry flow'ret's lid is sleeping,
Tells of the future glittering day,
And, sadly beauteous, smiles in weeping.
Then let thy tears no more be shed—
The moment past is gone for ever;
The rose that charm'd an hour, is dead,
And blooms again in beauty never.
The moment past is gone for ever;
The rose that charm'd an hour, is dead,
And blooms again in beauty never.
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