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LOVE, HOPE, AND BEAUTY.

may be increased with fears, May be fanned with sighs, Nurst by fancies, fed by doubts; But without Hope it dies! As in the far Indian isles Dies the young cocoa-tree, Unless within the pleasant shade Of the parent plant it be: So Love may spring up at first, Lighted at Beauty's eyes;— But Beauty is not all its life, For without Hope it dies.