spes mea in deo.
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SPES MEA IN DEO.
A tender flower upon its stem,
Bloomed beautiful and bright,—
Jeweled with many a dewy gem,
In morning's early light.
Bloomed beautiful and bright,—
Jeweled with many a dewy gem,
In morning's early light.
The sunbeams on its petals smiled,
And hues of beauty shed.
All fragrant and all undefiled,
It reared its graceful head.
And hues of beauty shed.
All fragrant and all undefiled,
It reared its graceful head.
How dear that sweetly opening flower,
To each fond gazer's eye;
Expanding with each golden hour,
Beneath love's sunny sky!
To each fond gazer's eye;
Expanding with each golden hour,
Beneath love's sunny sky!
How sweet to mark, from day to day,.
Its budding beauties bloom;
To watch each rainbow-tinted ray,
And scent its rich perfume.
***
The floweret faded, withered, fell:
Its hues no more we trace.
Its ashes,—love's dimmed eye can tell
Their hallowed resting-place.
Its budding beauties bloom;
To watch each rainbow-tinted ray,
And scent its rich perfume.
***
The floweret faded, withered, fell:
Its hues no more we trace.
Its ashes,—love's dimmed eye can tell
Their hallowed resting-place.
Yet hope in God! His guardian hand,
In deepest darkness nigh,
Shall bid its richer hues expand,
Beneath heaven's cloudless sky.
In deepest darkness nigh,
Shall bid its richer hues expand,
Beneath heaven's cloudless sky.
