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first to youth's enchanted eyes The flattering world discloses; Oh! then unclouded are the skies, The lovely scenes of hope arise, The path is deck'd with roses.

Like summer clouds or April showers, Our sorrows pass away; In smiling Fancy's fairy bowers, We sport the gay delightful hours, Of life's propitious May.

But ah! how short our festal morn, How soon our spring is fled; Those golden days no more return; The fairest flowers conceal a thorn; The path of life we tread.

Some wander thro' a rugged way, Forsaken and opprest; While others cheer'd by Fortune's ray, Thro' Pleasure's laughing region stray, In rainbow colours drest.