LIFE’S MIRAGE
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I have seen happiness. I have seen a slim figure steal Across my path, and gathering flowers, laughingly kneel And strew them on my way.... Then, but for one brief day, I have seen them bloom beneath my feet, and fade away. I have heard happiness. I have heard its voice, blown through the trees, Calling and whispering in soft minor keys; I have heard the voice of heart’s desire, the voice of Hope, Chanting melodiously and luring me up the slope Of Life. I have held happiness. Like a grain of sand, Golden and beautiful, and gathered in my hand. There, one second—then gone again: Elusive, transient: all in vain To try and hold it.