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Did'st thou think, when life's pathway seemed strewn o'er with flowers,
That those bright thornless roses could never decay?
Dids't thou think, when affection and joy wing'd the hours,
That those blessings so valued could ne'er pass away?
Hast thou seen the flowers wither -those bright moments flee?
If so, thou hast felt, and must still feel like me!

Did thy life, like the bank on an unruffled stream,
Glide smoothly along, with Hope's gay colours deck'd?
Did'st thou start in wild anguish as if from a dream,
When the tempest was near, that thy blessings has wrecked?
Did the world then appear a wild desert to thee?
Was there no ray of hope? thou hast felt them like me.

Hast thou struggled with anguish, and strove to be gay,
And mix'd in the worlds pleasing follies, once more,
Hast thou not from those scenes oftentimes stole away?
Unseen, unsuspected,past-days to deplore?
Dost thou dread that the world thy soul's anguish should see?
Dost thou scorn its cold pity? thou feel'st like me!
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