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Amelia Opie - To Anna
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This faded lip may oft to thee
As gay a smile, my Anna, wear,
As when in youth, from sorrow free,
I only shed the transient tear.

And oft chill Autumn`s varying day,
Resembles April`s genial hours;
And glitters with the noontide ray,
Though oftener dark with clouds and showers.

And, when I join the social throng,
This heart as warmly seems to glow
As when my pensive early song
Was only tuned to fancied woe.

And oft we see gay ivy`s wreath
The tree with brilliant bloom o`erspread,
When, part its leaves, and gaze beneath,
We find the hidden tree is dead.
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