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Seest thou my meaning? youthful joy 
And hope may fade, like summer’s show; 
But if thy disenchanted eye 
With freer gaze can look on high, 
Why let them go. 
Yea, go — without or sigh or tear; 
For oh ! if holier hope be thine, 
Think not thou ’It lack, whilst wandering here, 
A beam to light, a flower to cheer 
Thy calm decline. 
