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HEN Misery’s tear and Sorrow’s sigh
 * Oppress the feeling mind,

Say—where for refuge shall we fly?
 * And where a refuge find?

The morn of life may open fair,
 * And charm the view awhile;

The world around us then may wear
 * A universal smile;

But Life’s a transitory scene,
 * Its prospects all are vain;

The bosom that now beats serene,
 * Too soon may throb with pain.

Though Pleasure Youth’s gay hours adorn,
 * The wayward heart to please,

’Tis fleeting as the dew of morn,
 * ’Tis fickle as the breeze.

Uncertain is our mortal breath,
 * On swiftest wings it flies;