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I will not hope—I will forget, Oh, foolish words and void! Life were indeed a vain regret, If they could be destroy'd.

I cannot choose but hope and fear, And paint the future's hue, While those my soul holds very dear, Must share that future too.

Forget! love where my heart has clung, Kindness—which but to name The tears within my eyes have sprung, As if to own the claim.

Forget! Oh, not a single word Which took affection's tone; Not one kind wish I ever heard, And answer'd with my own.

It was a vain and selfish mood, Which now my mind o’ercast; In silence and in solitude, The cloud has from me past.

There's many a string within the heart, As there is on the lute; It jars their music's sweetest part, If any chord be mute.

As the wild waves of ocean glide, And life's deep waters flow; Hope's foambells dance upon the tide, And memory's pearls below. L. E. L.