| There is a time -- a dreary time, |
| When life's illusions fade away, |
| Like music's faint receding chime, |
| Or like the Sun's last parting ray. |
| 5 Ah! then how shrinks the lonely heart, |
| When all its cherish'd flowers have died; |
| And Hope, the latest to depart, |
| Has e'en her farewell requiem sighed. |
| What now remains out path to cheer, |
| 10 That path which leads but to the tomb? |
| 'Tis the blest thought, it brings us near |
| The loved -- the lost -- to share their doom. |
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