While Hope and Love around thee played,
Near the rough falls of Inversneyd![IN]
Have they, who nursed the blossom, seen
No breach of promise in the fruit?
Was joy, in following joy, as keen
As grief can be in grief's pursuit?
When youth had flown did hope still bless
Thy goings[538]—or the cheerfulness
Of innocence survive to mitigate distress?
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