AH! why will Mem`ry with officious care The long lost visions of my days renew? Why paint the vernal landscape green and fair, When life`s gay dawn was opening to my view? Ah! wherefore bring those moments of delight, When with my Anna, on the southern shore, I thought the future, as the present bright? Ye dear delusions!--ye return no more! Alas! how diff`rent does the truth appear, From the warm picture youth`s rash hand portrays! How fades the scene, as we approach it near, And pain and sorrow strike--how many ways! Yet of that tender heart, ah! still retain A share for me--and I will not complain!SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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