 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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“DUM SPIRO, SPERO.”
Dum spiro, spero;” while I breathe, I hope:
O! God be thanked above all else for this,—
The only gift within the world's wide scope
Which in its ceaseless promise bringeth bliss.
O! God be thanked above all else for this,—
The only gift within the world's wide scope
Which in its ceaseless promise bringeth bliss.
“Dum spiro, spero;” life and hope entwined:
Grief may o'ershadow us and pain destroy,
But in our inmost spirit is enshrined
This sweet expectancy of coming joy.
Grief may o'ershadow us and pain destroy,
But in our inmost spirit is enshrined
This sweet expectancy of coming joy.
“Dum spiro, spero:” till our latest breath
Our human nature hath its cherished dream;
But Immortality is born of Death,
And bliss eternal dims Hope's earthly beam.
Our human nature hath its cherished dream;
But Immortality is born of Death,
And bliss eternal dims Hope's earthly beam.
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