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And all things fade awaj, 

 IMan (soon discuss'd) 

 Yields up his trust, 

 And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust. 



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Oh, what is beauty's power ? 



It flourishes and dies ; 

 "Will the cold earth its silence breaJr, 

 To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek 

 Beneath its surface lies ? 

 Mute, mute is all 

 O'er beauty's fall ; 

 Her praise resounds no more when mantled in her pall. 



VI. 



The most belov'd on earth 



Not long survives to-day ; 

 So music past is obsolete, 

 And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet. 

 But now 'tis gone away. 

 Thus does the shade 

 In memory fade, 

 When in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is laid. 



VII. 



Then since this world is vain. 



And volatile and fleet. 

 Why should I lay up earthly joys, j 



"Where rust corrupts, and moth destroys, I 



And cares and sorrows eat ? 

 W^hy fly from ill 

 "With anxijus skill, 

 I When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing 

 I still? 



VIII. 



Come, Disappointment, come ! 



Thou art not stern to me ; 

 Sad Monitress ! I own thy sway, 

 A votary sad in early day, 



