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ON THE

MAUSOLEUM

OF THE

PRINCESS CHARLOTTE

AT

CLAREMONT.

Alas! how many storm-clouds hang
O'er every sunny day below!
How many flowers die as they bloom!
How many more before they blow!

But fall the blight, or lour the blast,
O'er every other pleasure here,
If they would leave untouched that one
Of all earth's joys most pure and dear!

Young Love, how well thy smile can cheer
All other ills that wring the heart!
All other sorrows may we bear
But those in which thyself hast part.

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