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TIME AND ETERNITY.
Look at the firmament, azure and bright,
When the sun has shed o'er it his crystal light,
When his chariot is high on its course, and his ray
The pearls of the morning has melted away;
When the dewdrop no more on the lily is seen,
Like a gem on the hand of a fairy queen,
And the pure breath of morn, from each roseblushing bower
Has borrow'd the fragrance of every flower.
When the sun has shed o'er it his crystal light,
When his chariot is high on its course, and his ray
The pearls of the morning has melted away;
When the dewdrop no more on the lily is seen,
Like a gem on the hand of a fairy queen,
And the pure breath of morn, from each roseblushing bower
Has borrow'd the fragrance of every flower.
Measureless in its expanse of blue
The firmament catches the rising dew:
The vapour is vanishing quickly away,
For around it the Zephyrs in wantonness play,
And snatch, to adorn their grottoes on high,
A dewdrop each, as it passes by.
The firmament catches the rising dew:
The vapour is vanishing quickly away,
For around it the Zephyrs in wantonness play,
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A dewdrop each, as it passes by.
But lighter, and lighter that thin white veil,
And bolder and blither each sportive gale,
As a bright beaming eye, you may now see through
In its delicate beauty the firmament blue.
'Tis now but a speck,—ah—where has it flown?
The veil has been rent, the vapour is gone
So man's little day swift vanishes by,
So Time shall be lost in Eternity.
And bolder and blither each sportive gale,
As a bright beaming eye, you may now see through
In its delicate beauty the firmament blue.
'Tis now but a speck,—ah—where has it flown?
The veil has been rent, the vapour is gone
So man's little day swift vanishes by,
So Time shall be lost in Eternity.
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