Текст оригинала на английском языке Song Life's a varied, bright illusion, Joy and sorrow—-light and shade; Turn from sorrow's dark suffusion, Catch the pleasures ere they fade. Fancy paints with hues unreal, Smile of bliss, and sorrow's mood; If they both are but ideal, Why reject the seeming good? Hence! no more! 'tis Wisdom calls ye, Bids ye court Time's present aid; The future trust not—-Hope enthrals ye, 'Catch the pleasures ere they fade.'" |
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