Life with the sun in it— Shaded by gloom! Life with the fun in it— Shadowed by Doom! Life with its Love ever haunted by Hate! Life's laughing morrows frowned over by Fate! Young Life's wild gladness still waylaid by Age! All its sweet badness still mocking the sage! What can e'er measure the joy of its strife? What boundless leisure Count the heaped treasure Of woe, that's the pleasure And beauty of Life? V. Once as the aureole Day left the earth, Faded, a twilight soul, Memory, had birth: Young were her sister souls, Sorrow and Mirth. Dark mirrors are her eyes:
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