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She wears a smile of heavenly birth,
As one untouched by care,
Who never felt the ills of earth,
And knows not what they are.
And swiftly as she glides along
That wave so bright and clear,
Each breeze the sedgy banks among
Makes music in her ear.
And thus she spends the summer day,
Rejoicing in its light;
But oh! how fleetly melts away
When steals the shrouding night.
Beneath the moon's soft silvery rays
I watch the stream in vain,
But with the sun's meridian blaze
She comes! she comes again!
