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Rh 4.

Wait not, fond lover!

Till years are over,

And then recover

As from a dream.

While each bewailing

The other's failing,

With wrath and railing,

All hideous seem—

While first decreasing,

Yet not quite ceasing,

Wait not till teasing,

All passion blight:

If once diminished

Love's reign is finished—

5.

So shall Affection

To recollection

The dear connection

Bring back with joy:

You had not waited"

Till, tired or hated,

Your passions sated

Began to cloy.

Your last embraces

Leave no cold traces—

The same fond faces

As through the past:

And eyes, the mirrors

Of your sweet errors,