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Yet tho' thy gauzy bells fall fast, Long ere appears the evening crescent; Another bloom succeeds the last, As lovely and as evanescent.

Not so the poet's favourite Rose, She blooms beyond a second day, And even some later beauty shews— Some charm still lingering in decay.

Thus those, who thro' life's path have pass'd, A path how seldom strewn with flowers! May have met Friendships formed to last Beyond the noonday's golden hours.