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" Spring is to me no happy time, 



Its smiles are touch'd with sadness ; 

 For vanish'd, with life's early prime, 



Is much that gave it gladness. 

 Yet, merry playmate, for thy sake, 



I will not sing of sorrow ; 

 But since thou canst its joys partake, 



I would 'twere spring to-morrow." 



