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110 Life will be gone ere I have lived;

Where now is Life's first prime?

I've worked and studied, longed and grieved,

Through all that rosy time.

To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—

Is such my future fate?

The morn was dreary, must the eve

Be also desolate?

Well, such a life at least makes Death

A welcome, wished-for friend;

Then, aid me, Reason, Patience, Faith,

To suffer to the end!

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SYMPATHY.

should be no despair for you

While nightly stars are burning;

While evening pours its silent dew

And sunshine gilds the morning.

There should be no despair—though tears

May flow down like a river:

Are not the best beloved of years

Around your heart for ever?