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MUSINGS.
Sweet are the joys we view,
When thought o'er the future glides;
Heart bids the past adieu,
Nor sighs o'er its bygone tides.
When thought o'er the future glides;
Heart bids the past adieu,
Nor sighs o'er its bygone tides.
Bright are the coming hours,
As we picture some mind-framed scene,
A vision of love amid bowers,
Where sorrow and care ne'er had been.
As we picture some mind-framed scene,
A vision of love amid bowers,
Where sorrow and care ne'er had been.
Oh! dear is the first hope of youth,
Ere sadness hath sickened the soul,
When the earth seems all gladness and truth,
While happiness reigns o'er the whole.
Ere sadness hath sickened the soul,
When the earth seems all gladness and truth,
While happiness reigns o'er the whole.
But let that heart live year by year,
Till its sunshine of promise is past,
And experience will teach with a tear,
The strength of reality's blast.
Till its sunshine of promise is past,
And experience will teach with a tear,
The strength of reality's blast.
There ne'er was a sunshine of days,
But there a deep shadow fell too;
Still hope would bask on its rays,
Bidding darkness for ever adieu.
But there a deep shadow fell too;
Still hope would bask on its rays,
Bidding darkness for ever adieu.