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AN ALLEGORY.
Inspired by Love, Hope his too facile handAnd self-indulging, dreamy fancy tried
Upon the canvas; youth bemused, beside
The picture, rapt in visions sweet and grand,
Those touches after his own heart too scanned;
As in the painter threw, and loving eyed
His airy rainbow-tints that not abide;
Too dainty-fine, too delicate to stand.
The fickle trio, called by Pleasure, left
The unfinished picture; when Time stealthily
Took up and of its charms the brush bereft:
And Death his shadow cast in passing by,
A dread eclipse! As misers at a theft,
The three, returned, askaunce each other eye.
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