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Ah! guard them well, those memories!—too soon the heart, around The crust of luxury's selfishness, the harsh and hard is found; Then keep the thoughts of earlier days—the guileless and the kind, When the heart, with its sweet impulses, held empire o'er the mind.

These words, I know, are fanciful; yet who would not but trace A history of gentle thoughts upon that lovely face! For, if not all reality, at least, such well may seem, And, even with our own actual life, what is it but a dream?