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TASTE LIFE’S GLAD MOMENTS.
TASTE life’s glad moments,
Whilst the wasting taper glows,
Pluck, e’er it withers,
The quickly fading rose:
Man blindly follows grief and care,
He seeks for thorns, and finds his shares
Whilst violets, to the passing air.
Unheeded shed their blossoms.
When tim’rous nature veils her form;
And rolling thunder spreads alarm,
Then ah! how sweet, when lull'd the storm,
The sun smiles forth at even,
How spleen and envy anxious flies.
And meek content, in humble guise
Improves the shrub, a tree shall rise;
Which golden fruits shall yield him.
Who fosters faith in upright breast,
And freely gives to the distress’d,
There sweet contentment builds her nest,
And flutters round his bosom
