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, when in cheerless wanderings, dull and cold, A sense of human kindliness hath found us, We seem to have around us An atmosphere all gold, ’Midst darkest shades a halo rich of shine, An element, that while the bleak wind bloweth, On the rich heart bestoweth Imbreathed draughts of wine; Heaven guide, the cup be not, as chance may be, To some vain mate given up as soon as tasted! No, nor on thee be wasted, Thou trifler, Poesy! Heaven grant the manlier heart, that timely, ere Youth fly, with life’s real tempest would be coping: The fruit of dreamy hoping Is, waking, blank despair.

silver Wedding! on some pensive ear From towers remote as sound the silvery bells, To-day from one far unforgotten year A silvery faint memorial music swells.

And silver-pale the dim memorial light Of musing age on youthful joys is shed, The golden joys of fancy’s dawning bright, The golden bliss of, Woo’d, and won, and wed.