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Hast thou e'er loved, and know'st thou not Love's chain is form'd of hitter tears ? Of joys in one short hour forgot, Of griefs remember'd still for years?

Of gladness hghtning lovers' eyes

With beams that mock the painter's art,

And also form'd of secret sighs

That dim the eye, and break the heart ?

3o2 LES AVEUX

Love , coutradiction's darling child , Thou prize, thou scourge to mortals given , By turns, thou'rt blest, by turns reviled, Art now a hell, and now a heaven.