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Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows

Like the wave;

Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.

Love lends life a little grace,

A few sad smiles; and then

Both are laid in one cold place—

In the grave.

Dreams dawn and fly, friends smile and die

Like spring flowers;

Our vaunted life is one long funeral.

Men dig graves with bitter tears

For their dead hopes; and all,

Mazed with doubts and sick with fears,

Count the hours.

We count the hours! These dreams of ours,

False and hollow,

Do we go hence, and find they are not dead?

Joys we dimly apprehend

Faces that smiled and fled,

Hopes born here, and born to end,

Shall we follow?