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Rh And when its thoughts of agony
 * Upon the bosom lie,

Even Beauty in her loveliness
 * May pass unheeded by.

’Tis only on the happy
 * That she never looks in vain,

To them her smiles are rainbow hopes,
 * New-born of summer rain,

And their glad hearts will worship her,
 * As one whose home is heaven;

A being of a brighter world,
 * To earth a season given.

That time with me has been and gone,
 * And life’s best music now

Is but the winter’s wind that bends
 * The leafless forest-bough.

And I would shun, if that could be,
 * The light of young blue eyes—

They bring back hours I would forget,
 * And painful memories.

Yet, lady, though too few and brief,
 * There are bright moments still;

When I can free my prisoned thoughts,
 * And wing them where I will,

And then thy smiles come o’er my heart
 * Like sunbeams o’er the sea,