Oh! The Flowers.
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OH! THE FLOWERS.
Oh! the flowers that bloom in beauty to-day,
To-morrow may fade, so soon they decay,
They'll vanish from earth, e'er summer is o'er,
They'll pass like the dew, and blossom no more.
To-morrow may fade, so soon they decay,
They'll vanish from earth, e'er summer is o'er,
They'll pass like the dew, and blossom no more.
So hopes we cherish so fondly to-day,
Will flee from our grasp, like shadows away;
And in the heart's depths will leave a great void,
Or will sever in twain love's silken chord.
Will flee from our grasp, like shadows away;
And in the heart's depths will leave a great void,
Or will sever in twain love's silken chord.
But time speeds on, and lo! other flowers,
Will spring into life in other bright hours;
But only to bloom in beauty, then die
As the rosy-winged summers pass by.
Will spring into life in other bright hours;
But only to bloom in beauty, then die
As the rosy-winged summers pass by.
Thus hope after hope, from youth to old age,
With sweet magic power our souls will engage.
Then pass from our ken, like sunbeams away.
To bloom in the spring of eternal day.
With sweet magic power our souls will engage.
Then pass from our ken, like sunbeams away.
To bloom in the spring of eternal day.
And friends we love in this cold world of ours,
Will fall midst joys and perish like flowers,
For soon on this earth man's short life is o'er;
And then, when once gone, he returns no more.
Will fall midst joys and perish like flowers,
For soon on this earth man's short life is o'er;
And then, when once gone, he returns no more.
