They say that Hope is happiness-
But genuine Love must prize the past;
And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless:
They rose the first- they set the last.
And all that mem'ry loved the most
Was once our only hope to be:
And all that hope adored and lost
Hath melted into memory.
Alas! it is delusion all-
The future cheats us from afar;
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.
-Lord Byron-
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