The Future Gleams.
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The stars and stripes from sea to sea,
Long may they float on high,
Like glory's rays e'er streaming bright,
Against a cloudless sky.
Our country's weal is e'er the pride
Of hearts both brave and true,
For well we love our own fair flag
Of red and white and blue.
Long may they float on high,
Like glory's rays e'er streaming bright,
Against a cloudless sky.
Our country's weal is e'er the pride
Of hearts both brave and true,
For well we love our own fair flag
Of red and white and blue.
THE FUTURE GLEAMS.
The future gleams with beauteous light,
Life's far-off isles are green;
Untasted joys are always bright,
The distant sea serene.
And sunlight shining through the rain
Gives the bright bow its form;
Whose gorgeous tints will even then
Evanish in the storm.
Life's far-off isles are green;
Untasted joys are always bright,
The distant sea serene.
And sunlight shining through the rain
Gives the bright bow its form;
Whose gorgeous tints will even then
Evanish in the storm.
Delusion hides her snares and griefs,
In meshes strangely fair,
Wise men are wrecked on Beauty's reefs,
And sink in dark despair.
Though phantom hopes of joy and love,
May sweetly charm the ear,
They, to our woe, oft bubbles prove,
And pass away in air.
In meshes strangely fair,
Wise men are wrecked on Beauty's reefs,
And sink in dark despair.
Though phantom hopes of joy and love,
May sweetly charm the ear,
They, to our woe, oft bubbles prove,
And pass away in air.
