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PAIN AND PLEASURE.
How vain to look for happiness on earth!
Friends drop around us, even from our birth,
And could we be ourselves exempt from woe,
Ah! still the tear of sympathy must flow.
Friends drop around us, even from our birth,
And could we be ourselves exempt from woe,
Ah! still the tear of sympathy must flow.
Yet, O, the tear of sympathy is sweet!
The painful heart-throb is with balm replete;
Pleasure and pain here ever is combined,
And tears give pleasure to a feeling mind.
The painful heart-throb is with balm replete;
Pleasure and pain here ever is combined,
And tears give pleasure to a feeling mind.
Here, too, we cannot taste without alloy
Intense sensations of delight and joy;
Angels alone the heights of rapture know,
And fallen angels feel the depths of woe!
Intense sensations of delight and joy;
Angels alone the heights of rapture know,
And fallen angels feel the depths of woe!
