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Take the many hues that play On the rainbow's colour'd way; Never let a hope appear Without its companion fear; Only smile to sigh, and then Change into a smile again; Be to-day as sad, as pale, As minstrel with his lovelorn tale; But to-morrow gay as all Life had been one festival. If a woman would secure All that makes her reign endure, And, alas! her reign must be Ever most in phantasy, Never let an envious eye Gaze upon the heart too nigh;