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84 And thus my pleasant days to pass,

In peace and happiness supreme,

(For so our tastes our pleasures class,)

But like a moment seem.

a clear little stream,

That with scarcely a sound,

Through the plain among flowers,

Glides whirling around,

So the fugitive years

Of my easy life sped,

Amidst laughter and play,

Like a dream have fled.

On that dream to look back,

Oft in wonder I dwell;

Nor to tear me have power

From its pleasing spell.

On each side in soft ease,

With friends cherish'd and gay,

In diversions and dance,

In banquets and play,