golden rules in rhyme.
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If sorrow come—resist it not, Nor yet bow weakly to it; Look up to meet the Heaven-sent storm; But see the rainbow thro' it!
And let not pleasure's reckless hands Too often shake time's glass, love: At best, the few and priceless sands Too surely, swiftly pass, love!
And seek not bliss on airy heights, Where dizzy power doth rally! The "fragrant little heart's-ease" lights The lowliest, humblest valley.
The gem that clasps a royal robe The worldling's eye may dazzle, But Love will light his glow-worm lamp In cot as well as castle.
The magic flower in Erin's Isle, That bears about a blessing, Perchance is but good-humor's smile, A kindly heart's caressing.
