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fair upon the admiring sight, In Learning's sacred fane, With cheek of bloom, and robe of white Glide on yon graceful train! Blest creatures! to whose gentle eye Earth's gilded gifts are new, Ye know not that distrustful sigh Which deems its vows untrue.

There is a bubble on your cup By buoyant fancy nurst, How high its sparkling foam leaps up! Ye do not think 't will burst: And be it far from me to fling On budding joys a blight, Or darkly spread a raven's wing To shade a path so bright.

There twines a wreath around your brow, Blent with the sunny braid, Love lends its flowers a radiant glow, Ye do not think 't will fade; And yet 't were safer there to bind That plant of changeless die, Whose root is in the lowly mind, Whose blossom in the sky.