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Rh Why blame ye, then, my keener sight,

That clearly sees a world of woes,

Through all the haze of golden light,

That flattering Falsehood round it throws?

When the young mother smiles above

The first-born darling of her heart,

Her bosom glows with earnest love,

While tears of silent transport start.

Fond dreamer! little does she know

The anxious toil, the suffering,

The blasted hopes, the burning woe,

The object of her joy will bring.

Her blinded eyes behold not now

What, soon or late, must be his doom;

The anguish that will cloud his brow,

The bed of death, the dreary tomb.

As little know the youthful pair,

In mutual love supremely blest,

What weariness, and cold despair,

Ere long, will seize the aching breast.

And, even, should Love and Faith remain,

(The greatest blessings life can show,)

Amid adversity and pain,

To shine, throughout with cheering glow;