68. Reverses

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    WHEN mirth is full and free,
    Some sudden gloom shall be;
    When haughty power mounts high,
    The Watcher's axe is nigh.
All growth has bound; when greatest found,
    It hastes to die.

    When the rich town, that long
    Has lain its huts among,
    Uprears its pageants vast,
    And vaunts—it shall not last!
Bright tints that shine, are but a sign
    Of summer past.

    And when thine eye surveys,
    With fond adoring gaze, {126}
    And yearning heart, thy friend—
    Love to its grave doth tend.
All gifts below, save Truth, but grow
    Towards an end.

Valletta
.
January 30, 1833.

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