We never know the sweets o' joy
Untill it goes away
The sweetest flower no notice wakes
Untill it meets decay.

The bright sun shines our heads above
Like rich unnoticed dreams
& when the day is lost in clouds
We value the sunbeams.

The spring is nothing when it comes
That seemed so bright before
The merry bee neglected hums
Flowers weeds & nothing more

The present joy we cannot see
The sweetest comes to morrow
But when its past no longer free
Past joys are present Sorrow
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