IF e’er the face with truth impart
The faithful emblem of the heart,
Ah! wherefore then is thine so changed?
Where late the laughing Graces ranged,
Alas! the pensive Sisters bind
Fresh cypress wreaths with willow twined,
And hang them on each drooping tree,
Now dear to them, since dear to thee.
Ah! let not sorrow veil that face,
But yield to joy each native grace.
E’en Flora’s fairest florets fade,
Since you have sought pale Sorrow’s shade.
Come! let her bowers renew their bloom,
While Friendship shares their sweet perfume.
(Mrs. Walter Spencer)
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