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A 6OkVKNb1 KO M How fleet is time, ,show swilk its transient hoursi How short the prime of summer's fragrant flowers; Again, they rose, once more tn beauty blOomed; Again, in wintry realms they lie entombed. So smiling pleasure, ever on the wing, Fades like the flowers that deck the rosy spring. An yes, those joys are fled which once we tas.ed; Those fruits and flowers, which once we pluckcd are

 wasted; Friendship was formed, and time may ne'ert sever, Yet friends must part, but not we trust for ever: Nay, though with time, all things terrestrial flee, Fade as a leaf, and pass away-may we (Let pleasure fly. and ranking sorrow come,) Be fixed on Heaven, our everlasting home.

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