A Bubble on the stream

What is Life?—an hour glass on the run

A mist retreating from the morning sun

A busy bustling still repeated dream

Its Length?—A minutes pause—a moments thought

& happines?—A Bubble on the stream

That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought—

Vain hopes what are they?—Puffing gales of morn

That of its charms divests the dewy lawn

& robs each flowret of its gem—& dies

A Cobweb hiding dissapointments thorn

Which stings more keener thro the thin disguise

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