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Nay 'tis not what we fancied it,
This magic world of ours;
We thought its skies were only blue,
Its fields all sun and flowers;
Its streams all summer-bright and glad,
Its seas all smiles and calms,
Its paths from youth to age, one long
Green avenue of palms.
But clouds came up with gloom and shade,
Our sky was overcast,
The hot mist threw its blight around,
Sunshine and flowers went past.
Hopes perished, that had hung like wreaths
Around youth's buoyant brow,
And joys, like withered autumn leaves,
Dropped from the shaken bough.
---Alternative verses---
O 'tis not what we fancied it,
This magic world of ours;
We thought its skies were only blue,
Its fields all sun and flowers;
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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ORWELL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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