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Poems.
Though life for a while is full of delight,
Still work and watch for the on-coming night,
Oh! live not alone for one sunny day,
For time's on wings, and will soon fly away.
Still work and watch for the on-coming night,
Oh! live not alone for one sunny day,
For time's on wings, and will soon fly away.
And then, when earth and its pleasures are gone,
We'll cling to the hope which lingers alone.
As a handful of clay is laid 'neath the sod,
The spirit returns, and lives with its God.
We'll cling to the hope which lingers alone.
As a handful of clay is laid 'neath the sod,
The spirit returns, and lives with its God.
SINCE WE HAVE PARTED.
Since we have parted, oft the roses have bloomed
In beauty and pride, then faded away;
Through many fair sunny lands I have roamed,
Where mirth seemed to reign o'er votary gay,
And love to her shrine rich treasures did bring.
E'en Bacchus was there, with his sparkling wine;
In ecstasies, too, the Naiads did sing;
All hearts did rejoice save this one of mine,
In beauty and pride, then faded away;
Through many fair sunny lands I have roamed,
Where mirth seemed to reign o'er votary gay,
And love to her shrine rich treasures did bring.
E'en Bacchus was there, with his sparkling wine;
In ecstasies, too, the Naiads did sing;
All hearts did rejoice save this one of mine,
