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Alas! whate'er the change above, There's more of change beneath!

The smile may come, the smile may go, The blush shine and depart; But farewell when their sense is quench'd   Within the breaking heart.

And such is thine: 'tis vain to seek The shades of past delight: Fling down the wreath, and break the lute; They mock our souls to-night.