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'T is sad to change it for the strength That heart and cheek must know at length. Many a word of sneer and scorn Must in their harshness have been borne, Many a gentle feeling dead, And all youth's sweet confiding fled, Ere learn'd that task of shame and pride, The tear to check, the blush to hide.

'T is midnight, and a starry shower Weeps its bright tears o'er leaf and flower; Sweet, silent, beautiful, the night Sufficing for her own delight. But other lights than sky and star From yonder casements gleam afar; There odorous lamps of argentine Shed that sweet ray, half shade half shine,