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 LYIttCAL PIKOES. Our sunshine, and our extasy,. �Wear ev'n the tran. sient garb of woe, Wehasten, from the moisten'd cheek, To kiss away the falling tear, And, yet, if love the truth should speak, Oh, would we it had not been there ? IF, FOR A MOMENT, I FORGBT. IF, for a moment, I forget Thou art not at my side, How swells. again my vain regret, With' full returning tide.! My heart was dark; thy youthful s .miles Came, like a beam.of May; My soul was.sad; thy phtyful wiles Stole half my grief away. ......... Google

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