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IF grief come early / Joy comes late, / If joy come early / Grief will wait; / Aye, my dear and tender!
Wise ones joy them early / While the cheeks are red, / Banish grief till surly / Time has dulled their dread.
And joy being ours / Ere youth has flown, / The later hours / May find us gone; / Aye, my dear and tender!