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A time when Hope her meteor blaze 
Rekindles for our future hours, 
And Fancy cheats the raptured gaze, 
Life’s pathway wreathing with her flowers 
An hour when fairy forms appear, 
To circle round us lovingly, 
And tones long mute, though ever dear, 
Float murmuring on each zephyr by. 
Yes, there are times when every flower, 
And every living creature teems 
With holy spells; when wakes a power, 
To realize our wildest dreams. 
Imagination’s happy art, 
Exerted o’er each thought and feeling, 
Then sways the mind, and snares the heart, 
By all of life’s stern truths concealing. 
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