where is happiness?
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Since love had prov'd a fev'rish dream,
And Friendship moulder'd in the grave:
And Friendship moulder'd in the grave:
"Yet still the sweet consoler strives
To lull this weary heart to rest,
And still a glimmering spark survives,
And cheers the twilight of the breast."
To lull this weary heart to rest,
And still a glimmering spark survives,
And cheers the twilight of the breast."
"Beshrew thy tale, oh, pilgrim grey!
Say fares it thus with human life?
And must we bend our toilsome way
Thro' rugged scenes of grief and strife;
Say fares it thus with human life?
And must we bend our toilsome way
Thro' rugged scenes of grief and strife;
"While fancy, youth, and health decay,
To chase a flying shade, our doom,
Till Age arrests our feeble way
To plunge us 'mid the dreary tomb?"
To chase a flying shade, our doom,
Till Age arrests our feeble way
To plunge us 'mid the dreary tomb?"
