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Not Understood
TO FIND THE KEY.
AN hour of joy, a day of tears,
A lesson in life’s changeful school,
A dream of happy fleeting years,
A mad plunge in the whirling pool,
A sail upon the waves which flow
Unto the hidden mystic sea
Wherein we sink! And then we go
To try the lock and find the key.
A lesson in life’s changeful school,
A dream of happy fleeting years,
A mad plunge in the whirling pool,
A sail upon the waves which flow
Unto the hidden mystic sea
Wherein we sink! And then we go
To try the lock and find the key.
A day of toil, an hour of rest,
A week of faith, a year of doubt,
A little while on Friendship’s breast,
Then mingling with the selfish rout,
A flutter on Ambition’s wings,
An earnest longing to be free
From worldly cares and earthly things,
And then we go to find the key.
A week of faith, a year of doubt,
A little while on Friendship’s breast,
Then mingling with the selfish rout,
A flutter on Ambition’s wings,
An earnest longing to be free
From worldly cares and earthly things,
And then we go to find the key.
An hour of peace, a day of sin,
A week of joy, a year of strife,
A knowledge of the “voice within,”
That tells us of the after life.
An effort through heaven’s gates to pry,
A pilgrimage of gloom and glee;
We bud, we bloom, we fade, we die,
And then we go to find the key.
A week of joy, a year of strife,
A knowledge of the “voice within,”
That tells us of the after life.
An effort through heaven’s gates to pry,
A pilgrimage of gloom and glee;
We bud, we bloom, we fade, we die,
And then we go to find the key.
