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golden rules in rhyme.
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If sorrow come—resist it not,
Nor yet bow weakly to it;
Look up to meet the Heaven-sent storm;
But see the rainbow thro' it!

And let not pleasure's reckless hands
Too often shake time's glass, love:
At best, the few and priceless sands
Too surely, swiftly pass, love!

And seek not bliss on airy heights,
Where dizzy power doth rally!
The "fragrant little heart's-ease" lights
The lowliest, humblest valley.

The gem that clasps a royal robe
The worldling's eye may dazzle,
But Love will light his glow-worm lamp
In cot as well as castle.

The magic flower in Erin's Isle,
That bears about a blessing,
Perchance is but good-humor's smile,
A kindly heart's caressing.