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To-morrow those leaves | wr 
Will be scentless and dead, | 
For the kind to lament 
And the careless to tread. 
| And is it not thus 
With each hope of the heart 
With all its best feelings 2— 
Thus will they depart: 
They’ll go forth to the world 
On the wings of the air, 
Rejoicing and hoping ; 
But what will be there ?— 
False lights to deceive, | 
False friends to delude, 
Till the heart in its sorrow’s | 
Left only to brood. 

Over feelings crush’d, chill’d, | 
Sweet hopes ever flown; \| 
Like that tree when its green leaves | 
And blossoms are gone, | 




