Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die. (Charles Lamb)

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.

Charles Lamb

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