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Think no more of that sweet time, When the heart and cheek were young,— Think no more of that sweet time Ere the veil from life was flung. Still the cheek shows the young rose, Which its beauty had of yore; But the bloom upon the heart Is no more.

We have mingled with the false, Till belief has lost the charm Which it had when life was new, And the pulse of feeling warm. We have had the bosom wrung When dropt the mask which Friendship wore,— Affection's trusting happiness Is no more.

We have seen the young and gay Dying as the aged die; Miss we not the cheerful voice?— Miss we not the sunny eye? Wishes take the place of Hope;— Hope hath dreamed till dreams are o‘er;— Its freshness made life fresh, and that Is no more.

Take away yon purple bowl;— What is left to greet it now?— Loathing lip that turns away, Sullen eye, and weary brow;— Social joys that wont to laugh,— Mirth that lit its purple store,— Friends with whom we poured its wealth.— Are no more.L. E. L.