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It was an idle thought—yet still The dream the pensive mind beguiled, But that same moon o'er yon green hill Looked down on other scenes and smiled.— Oh! fair and false—a beam of light On misery's thorny couch she throws, Then faithless turns a ray as bright Where hope and joy and health repose.