Stanzas for Music
They say that Hope is happiness;But genuine Love must prize the past,And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless:They rose the first--they set the last;
And all that Memory loves the mostWas once our only Hope to be,And all that Hope adored and lostHath melted into Memory.
Alas! it is delusion all:The future cheats us from afar,Nor can we be what we recall,Nor dare we think on what we are.
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