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LIFE IS TRANSIENT. This life is fleeting as a dream,
Which waits not for the dawn : How transient all its pleasures seem!
How soon its cares are gone! Yea, 'tis a dream of joy and grief,
A dieam of hopes and fearsó [nconstant life ! how short, how brief
Thy passing hour appears !
The shadow of the leafy spray
Quivers o'er the curtain now, Till the last sweet sun-set ray
Dies upon my brow : So earthly hope, which round our hearts
Doth refreshing sweetness fling, Shall vanish when the soul departsó
A shadowy thing.
AN EPITAPH. Sweet sisters, how early ye fell!
How suddenly sunk to the tomb! The one had scarce murmur'd, farewell,
Ere the other had follow'd her home.