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As we gaze up life's slope, as we gaze / In the morn, ere the dewdrops are dry, / What splendour hangs over the ways, / What glory gleams there in the sky, / What pleasures seem waiting us, high / On the peak of that beauteous slope, / What rainbow-hued colours of hope, / As we gaze!
As we climb up the hill, as we climb, / Our hearts, our illusions, are rent: / For Fate, who is spouse of old Time, / Is jealous of youth and content. / With brows that are brooding and bent / She shadows our sunlight of gold, / And the way grows lonely and cold / As we climb.