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Affection’s charm no longer gilds
  The idol of the shrine;
But cold Oblivion seeks to fill
  Regret’s ambrosial wine.
Though Friendship’s offering buried lies
  ’Neath cold Aversion’s snow,
Regard and Faith will ever bloom
  Perpetually below.

I see thee whirl in marble halls,
  In Pleasure’s giddy train;
Remorse is never on that brow,
  Nor Sorrow’s mark of pain.
Deceit has marked thee for her own;
  Inconstancy the same;
And Ruin wildly sheds its gleam
  Athwart thy path of shame.