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The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, / Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; / How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear! / As Autumn to Winter resigns the pale year.
The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown, / And all the gay foppery of summer is flown: / Apart let me wander, apart let me muse, / How quick Time is flying, how keen Fate pursues!
How long I have liv'd-but how much liv'd in vain, / How little of life's scanty span may remain, / What aspects old Time in his progress has worn, / What ties cruel Fate, in my bosom has torn.
How foolish, or worse, till our summit is gain'd! / And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd! / Life is not worth having with all it can give- / For something beyond it poor man sure must live.