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...happy friends! shall be with yon that night ; Shall join in your revels, your sports and your wilts, And return to me beaming all o'er with your smiles! — Too blest if it tells me that 'midst the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmured, " I wish he were here ! Let fate do her worst,...

...that evening, when pleasure fills tip To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy...and your wiles, And return to me, beaming all o'er wun your smiles ! — Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd,...

...To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or briglU, My soul, happy friends ! shall be with you that night...to me, beaming all o'er with your smiles ! — Too bless'd, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd, ' ' I wish he were...

...that evening, when pleasure fills up To the highest top sparkle, each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy...cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd "I wish he were Let fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy...