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SlMtE.1ES. What are our Hopcsi bat morning dreams On pleasing and delusive themes, Oi bliss without alloy: Some pleasure which wc strive tO gain. Some fancy VIC purFne in yain, some happnessat which we aim, And seldom can enjoy. And Beauty but fiagrant flower, The offspring of the yernal hour, Which scarce survives day; The poets and the lOver's theme, The 6eeiing vision of dream, The floating bubble on the stream, Whichtouched, dssoives away. What is mans love if free from stain,. A pure, divine, and heavenly flame, Ia That sheds its lustre round us; . Yet oft when passion harbours there, A source of anguish and despair, While anxious doubts, and jealous care, With all their bangs surround us. And Friendship what? the holy ray Which lights us at the close of day, Throug hout this vale oftears; The setting sun. which shines less bright, Yet slowly gdes the palm to night, And sheds its soft and mellow light, Der all our later years.B What is Existence? but day, Where sun and clouds alternate play, To navigate the scene; Till endless night shall come at last, @g And o'er that scene her mantle cast, Nor leave a trace to mark the past, Or show that fife had been. And what this Death the awful strife Al once the dread, the scourge ofIiic, Which ends our journey here; The stern and unrelenting foe, The pilgrimage we all must go, The hour ofagony and woe. The certainty we fear. AL.