Alas! the morning dew is gone-How delicious it is to boast of age when one is young, and of misery when one is happy! It is like the delight of a fresh young girl at wearing hair-powder and attempting to look old; the more venerable the fashion, the more radiant becomes
Gone ere the full of day.
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