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Now Time the harvester surveys / His sorry crops of yesterdays; / Of trampled hopes and reaped regrets, / And for another harvest whets / His ancient scythe, eying the while / The budding year with cynic smile.
Well, let him smile; in snug retreat / I fill my pipe with honeyed sweet, / Whose incense wafted from the bowl / Shall make warm sunshine in my soul, / And conjure mid the fragrant haze / Fair memories of other days.