THE HAPPIEST TIME.
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When are we happiest? When the light of morn Wakes the young roses from their crimson rest; When cheerful sounds upon the fresh winds borne, III man resumes his work with blither zest, While the bright waters leap from rock to glen;

 Are we the happiest then Alas, those roses! they will fade away, And thunder tempess will deform the sky; And summer heats bid the spring buds decay, And the clear sparkling fountain may be dry; And nothing beautiful adorn the scene,

 To tell what it hath been. When are we happiest In the crowded hal When fortune smiles, and hatterers bend the knee How fast must falsehood's rainbow colonng flee; Its poison how'rets brave the sting ofcare;

 We are not happy there. Are we the happiest when the evening hearth Is circled with it's crown of living flowers; When goeth round the laugh of artless mirth, = And when affections from her bright urn show'rs Her richest balm on the dilating heart

 Bliss! is it there thou art Oh, no! not there. It would be happiness Almost like heavens, if 1t might always be; Those brows without one shading of distress, And wanting nothing but eternity But they are things of earth, and pass away

 They must they must decay! Those voices must grow :remulous with years; Those smiling brows must wear tnge of gloom; Those sparkling eyes be quenched in bitter tears, And, at the last close darkly in the tomb; If happiness depend on them alone,

 How quickly it is gone! When are we happiest, then? o, when resigned To whatsoe er our cup of life may brim; When we can know ourselves but weak and blind Creatures of earth: and trust alone in Him Who giveth, in his mercy, joy or pain;

 Oh! we are happest then.