Love.
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For all we enjoy from our grasp pass away,
E'en life at its close will appear as a day.
E'en life at its close will appear as a day.
How vain then are all the allurements of life,
Since all that is won in the world's busy strife,
In a moment is lost. The triumphs and fame
Of the great and the wise are simply a name.
Since all that is won in the world's busy strife,
In a moment is lost. The triumphs and fame
Of the great and the wise are simply a name.
For in palace or cot at life's ebbing tide,
But one hope can remain, one joy can abide,
The hope of the soul for redemption on high,
And joy of the promise, a home in the sky.
But one hope can remain, one joy can abide,
The hope of the soul for redemption on high,
And joy of the promise, a home in the sky.
LOVE.
At early morn oft have I seen
The dew-drop kiss the rose,
While nature smiled so sweet, serene,
After her night's repose.
The little birdies sang of love,
The flowers bloomed so fair;
While I alone sadly did rove,
But found no solace there.
The dew-drop kiss the rose,
While nature smiled so sweet, serene,
After her night's repose.
The little birdies sang of love,
The flowers bloomed so fair;
While I alone sadly did rove,
But found no solace there.
For love with me long years ago,
Wandered by silv'ry streams;
Striking the harp so sweet and low—
The music of her dreams.
In silence she did bind my heart
With fetters hard and strong;
Then from my side she did depart
With a gay happy throng.
Wandered by silv'ry streams;
Striking the harp so sweet and low—
The music of her dreams.
In silence she did bind my heart
With fetters hard and strong;
Then from my side she did depart
With a gay happy throng.
