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He passed, and Adelaide is left with nought But hope, to cheer away the slow wing'd days. Hope, frail but lovely shadow! thou dost come, Like a bright vision on our pathway here, Making the gloomy future beautiful, And gilding our horizon with a light, The fairest human eye can ever know. Fav'rite of heaven! 'twas thine to pledge the cup Of pleasure's sparkling waters undefil'd; But, oh! the draught was fleeting! scarce thy lip Touch'd the clear nectar ere 'twas vanished. The soul of youth confides in thee; thy voice Is love's own halcyon music; it is thine To colour every dream of happiness. I've pictur'd thine a soft etherial form, Like to some light creation of the clouds— Some bright aerial wonder; o'er thy cheek The rose has shed its beauty; on thy brow The golden clusters play enwreath'd with flowers,