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LIFE WILL FAIL HIM BEFORE HOPE.
Love to my mind recalling that sweet thought, / The ancient confidant our lives between, / Well comforts me, and says I ne'er have been / So near as now to what I hoped and sought.
I, who at times with dangerous falsehood fraught, / At times with partial truth, his words have seen, / Live in suspense, still missing the just mean, / 'Twixt yea and nay a constant battle fought.
Meanwhile the years pass on: and I behold / In my true glass the adverse time draw near / Her promise and my hope which limits here.
So let it be: alone I grow not old; / Changes not e'en with age my loving troth; / My fear is this -- the short life left us both.
MACGREGOR.