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WHEN fragrant gales and summer show'rsCall'd forth the sweetly scented flow'rs;When ripen'd sheaves of golden grain,Strew'd their rich treasures o'er the plain;When the full grape did nectar yield,In tepid drops of purple hue;When the thick grove, and thirsty field,Drank the soft show'r and bloom'd a-new;O then my joyful heart did say,"Sure this is Nature's Holy-day!"
But when the yellow leaf did fade,And every gentle flow'r decay'd;When whistling winds, and drenching rain,Swept with rude force the naked plain;When o'er the desolated scene,I saw the drifted snow descend;And sadness darken'd all the green,And Nature's triumphs seem'd to end;O! then, my mourning heart did say,"Thus Youth shall vanish, Life decay."
When Beauty blooms, and Fortune smiles,And wealth the easy breast beguiles;When pleasure from her downy wings,Her soft bewitching incense flings;THEN, Friends look kindand round the heartThe brightest flames of passion move,False Flatt'ry's soothing strains impartThe warmest Friendshipfondest Love;But when capricious FORTUNE flies,Then FRIENDSHIP fades;and PASSION dies.
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