Thou'lt find thy Manhood all too fast--
Soon come, soon gone! and Age at last
A sorry _breaking-up_!




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There is dew for the flow'ret[6]
And honey for the bee,
And bowers for the wild bird,
And love for you and me.

There are tears for the many
And pleasures for the few;
But let the world pass on, dear,
There's love for me and you.

There is care that will not leave us,
And pain that will not flee;
But on our hearth unalter'd
Sits Love--'tween you and me.

_Our_ love it ne'er was reckon'd,
Yet good it is and true,
It's _half_ the world to me, dear,
It's _all_ the world to you.