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<h1 id="id01809" style="margin-top: 6em">LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM.</h1>
<p id="id01810" style="margin-top: 2em">Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright<br/>
My heart's chain wove;<br/>
When my dream of life, from morn till night,<br/>
Was love, still love.<br/>
New hope may bloom,<br/>
And days may come,<br/></p>
<p id="id01811"> Of milder, calmer beam,<br/>
But there's nothing half so sweet in life<br/>
As love's young dream;<br/>
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life<br/>
As love's young dream.<br/></p>
<p id="id01812">Tho' the bard to purer fame may soar,<br/>
When wild youth's past;<br/>
Tho' he win the wise, who frowned before,<br/>
To smile at last;<br/>
He'll never meet<br/>
A joy so sweet,<br/>
In all his noon of fame,<br/>
As when first he sung to woman's ear<br/>
His soul-felt flame,<br/>
And, at every close, she blushed to hear<br/>
The one lov'd name.<br/></p>
<p id="id01813">No,—that hallowed form is ne'er forgot<br/>
Which first love traced;<br/>
Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot<br/>
On memory's waste.<br/>
'Twas odor fled<br/>
As soon as shed;<br/>
'Twas morning's winged dream;<br/>
'Twas a light, that ne'er can shine again<br/>
On life's dull stream:<br/>
Oh! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again<br/>
On life's dull stream.<br/></p>
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