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While
gladsome
spirits
thronging
round
To
taste
its
richness
press;
And
fair
the
scene,
and
loud
the
sound
Of
mirth
and
happiness
!
Bright
antidote of
sorrow
Some
kind
enlivening
ray
From
thee
we
fain
would
borrow.
To
warm
our
grateful
lay
For
oft
I
ween
thy kindling
glance
The
drooping
heart
hath
cheered
:
Poured
round
the
soul
a
joyous
trance,
And
visions
gay
upreared.
Full
many
a
day
of
gladness
Hath
hailed
the
welcome
cheer
;
Full
many
a
thought
of
sadness
Hath
fled,
transported,
here.
A
nd
still,
through
years
of
fleeting
change,
Each
passing
youthful
train,
Ere
it
might
tempt
the
wide
world's
range,
Hath
passed
the
cup
to
drain.
The
sky
that
glows above
us
Remains
unchanged
the
same
:
But
will
the
friends
that
love
us
Preserve
a
changeless
flame
?