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Could those too happy moments stay When Love is in his early day, Life were a poet’s fancy, made For dreaming in the green wood shade.

Then common things are covered o’er With beauty never known before; A little leaf, a flower will wear A charm that only Love flings there.

As yonder rising star hath given Its own pure loveliness to heaven, So Love can to the human heart Its own enchanted light impart.

’Tis but a dream—a morning dream, Yet flinging down on life’s dark stream A shadow fairer than the rose To warm the current to its close.

Henceforth the spirit has one spot Where other griefs and cares come not— One thought that is from heaven, and flings The lustre of an angel’s wings.

Ah! linger, ye beloved hours, Linger on life’s enchanted flowers, They are so lovely—linger on— What will they do when ye are gone?