A DRAMATIC ODE. Changeful April sees thy birth, Thine the April of the semi, Hope, and Fear, and Grief, aml Mirth, In swit% succession, roll. But come, ye more ?-nlo?nant Powers, 'Who? smile rude lif? adorns, Twine your few remaining flowers With this sad. wreath of thorns. Tho' a doom thus dark be thine, Yet thou shalt not always pine; I, too, in thy youthful heart Oft will claim a rapturous part, And, tho' few thy pleasures be, F. aalt them all to extasy. In one moment shalt thou know More concentrated delight, Than others thro' whole years, that Row Ever peaceful, ever bright. And, thy woes to recompense, Thy pleasures shall be all thine own, Not the fleetingjoys of sense, Vtrhich, when at their height, are flown, ......... ?Google
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