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You cast to ground the hope which once was mine, / But did the while your harsh decree deplore, / Embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine, / My heart, where Hope had been and was no more.
So on an oaken sprout / A goodly acorn grew; / But winds from heaven shook the acorn out, / And filled the cup with dew.