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Augur only happy days,

Gipsey, when thy glancing eye,

Fain would dart its piercing rays,

Through her future destiny.

Life is yet without a shade,

She has gathered flowers alone;

Tell her not, that roses fade,

When the ardent summer's gone.

Sully not her early dream,

With reality's cold hue,

Let her morning brighter seem,

Glittering with the early dew.

Tell her not, that clouds o'ershading,

Rainbows bright will darkly cover;

Tell her not, that quickly fading,

"All that's bright!" ere noon is over.

Tell her not of memory's tear,

And affection's broken chain;

Tell her not, that every year,

Brings but sorrow, care, and pain!

Soon the mist will roll away,

And the soft enchantment fly:

Gipsey, hasten on thy way,

Ne'er unrol her destiny!

Tell her, if thou wilt, that never,

'Neath the skies may be her home,

And if thou that hope hadst ever,

Tell her of a world to come!