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| | To-morrow those leaves 
| Will be scentless and dead, 
il For the kind to lament 
i And the careless to tread. 
And is it not thus i 
With each hope of the heart § The 
With all its best feelings ?— Bit 
Thus will they depart: ih 
They’ll go forth to the world If 
On the wings of the air, Wher 
Rejoicing and hoping ; I 
But what will be there ?—- A 
False lights to deceive, 
False friends to delude, ly 
Till the heart in its sorrow’s And: 
Left only to brood, 1 
Over feelings crush’d, chill’d, And 
Sweet hopes ever flown; 
Like that tree when its green leave 1 
And blossoms are gone, 



