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Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow! —Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Ah, fill the cup:—what boots it to repeat
How time is slipping underneath our feet:
Unborn tomorrow, and dead yesterday,
Why fret about them if today be sweet!
Striking from the Calendar Unborn Tomorrow and dead Yesterday.
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