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![]() The pleasant memory of their worth, The hope to meet when life is past, Shall heal the tortured mind at last. |
![]() The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them -- but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride. |
![]() And colored with the heaven's own blue. . . . |
![]() A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone. |
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![]() When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground? |
![]() A shadow for the noontide hour, A shelter from the summer shower, When we plant the apple-tree. |
![]() Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave. |