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A CAUSE FOR SADNESS. 255.
But 0 1 I am not always wed
To bitter thoughts of gloom: Sweet blossoms o'er my way are spread, And fondest friends conspire to shed
A brightness round my home.
Unhappiness was never mine:
Nay, all along my path, The dew-drops on the blossoms shine, While busy hands a wreath entwine
With hopes the future hath.
The earth has charms that bind my soul
To thoughts of pure delight; The planets, that so sweetly roll Amid the stars on yonder scroll,
And Cynthia's silver light;
And mid-day skies of tranquil blue,
When summer's wing is free ; The waters that reflect their hue, The blossoms wet with morning dew,—
All, all have charms for me.
Yet, when through brightest paths I tread,
With heart attuned to joy; My thoughts soon wander to the dead, And shadows that seemrife with dread,
Flit pastel know not why!