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Ah ! find a gentler language then,
The mournful truth to tell,
Say ' parted friends may meet again,'
But do not say farewell.
Oh do not say farewell.
The mournful truth to tell,
Say ' parted friends may meet again,'
But do not say farewell.
Oh do not say farewell.
It tells of pleasure past away—
It tells of future sorrow;
That »ummer smil'd on yesterday,
And winter comes to-morrow.
Around the heart it seems to throw
A melancholy spell;
Of mingled memory and woe;
Oh! do not say farewell.
Oh do not say farewell!
It tells of future sorrow;
That »ummer smil'd on yesterday,
And winter comes to-morrow.
Around the heart it seems to throw
A melancholy spell;
Of mingled memory and woe;
Oh! do not say farewell.
Oh do not say farewell!
Religion is that hope which is the resource and the comfort of the penitent, and the sovereign balm for all the evils of life 1
Our life is twofold; sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their developement have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy:
They, leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their developement have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy:
They, leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
