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Rh Ever bright and vernal

Just begun!

Will To-Morrow ever dawn?

Shall we wake that golden morn

But to see

All the treasures gained by tears,

All the faith that's won by fears—

Vanity?

Doubter, look behind thee

In the past,

All the dreams that pleased thee

Did one last?

Is a wish remaining

From thy youth?

This thou art retaining

If 'twas truth.

Mortal passions sicken,

Fade away—

Love alone can quicken

Earthly clay.

Faith, and all endeavour

That is pure,

Hope, and Love, for ever

These endure.

All things else are folly

To the wise,—

Quit thy melancholy

And thy sighs!