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Poems.
But stem life's tide. Do not despair
Beneath a midnight sky,
For silently the morning fair
Is surely drawing nigh.
E'en though the heart is racked with pain,
Frowns will those pangs increase,
While smiles, like sunshine through the rain,
Will form Hope's bow of peace.
Beneath a midnight sky,
For silently the morning fair
Is surely drawing nigh.
E'en though the heart is racked with pain,
Frowns will those pangs increase,
While smiles, like sunshine through the rain,
Will form Hope's bow of peace.
SUNBEAMS.
Grasp the golden sunbeams,
That gaily round thee play,
And hoard the fleeting gleams,
Shining so bright to-day.
For once their light is shed,
'Twill never shine again;
So grasp them e'er they fade
And pass beyond thy ken.
That gaily round thee play,
And hoard the fleeting gleams,
Shining so bright to-day.
For once their light is shed,
'Twill never shine again;
So grasp them e'er they fade
And pass beyond thy ken.
Let not the moments fly,
On slow wings of despair,
Nor on the noonday sky
Let no dark clouds appear.
So when life's sun is low,
And all thy tasks are done,
The heart will brightly glow
With pleasures that are gone.
On slow wings of despair,
Nor on the noonday sky
Let no dark clouds appear.
So when life's sun is low,
And all thy tasks are done,
The heart will brightly glow
With pleasures that are gone.
