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the seasons.
Brother and sister meet at last, in warm and kind embrace,
The big tears trickling one by one o'er each poor altered face,
Whilst talking of their early joys, and later pleasures gone—
The brevity of longest life, when backward gazed upon,
How meteor-like life's stage is trod, and vanity of all
Earth's passing honours, griefs, or joys, when comes the curtain's fall.
The big tears trickling one by one o'er each poor altered face,
Whilst talking of their early joys, and later pleasures gone—
The brevity of longest life, when backward gazed upon,
How meteor-like life's stage is trod, and vanity of all
Earth's passing honours, griefs, or joys, when comes the curtain's fall.
And this is life, a fleeting shade—a gleam of early dew—
A pathway to eternity, which mortals hurry through:
First tread we o'er a spot of spring, then bowers of summer light,
Tread rustling leaves and winter snows, then pass from human sight.
Then how important to secure, whilst travelling through life's vale,
A passport to that better land, whose pleasures never fail.
A pathway to eternity, which mortals hurry through:
First tread we o'er a spot of spring, then bowers of summer light,
Tread rustling leaves and winter snows, then pass from human sight.
Then how important to secure, whilst travelling through life's vale,
A passport to that better land, whose pleasures never fail.
