TO THE MAY-FLY. 



To these long years, thy life's dark part, 

 How much within my earth-bound heart, 



Too close resemblance holding ! 

 But light and joy, for one day thine, 

 Prom age to age may yet be mine, 



Their endless beams unfolding. 



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