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THERE'S AN HOUR.
There's an hour when lutes are breathing
Sounds that only love may share;
When the rose of life is wreathing
All its sweetness on the air:
There's an hour when music falters
On the lute's complaining strings;
When the flower of feeling alters,
And the beautiful takes wing.
Sounds that only love may share;
When the rose of life is wreathing
All its sweetness on the air:
There's an hour when music falters
On the lute's complaining strings;
When the flower of feeling alters,
And the beautiful takes wing.
There's an hour when stars are glancing
Through the clouds that meet our sight,
When the barque of Hope comes dancing
O'er the purple waves of night:
There 's an hour to sorrow given—
Swift it comes—too swiftly on:
When the stars have passed from heaven
And the barque of Hope is gone!
Through the clouds that meet our sight,
When the barque of Hope comes dancing
O'er the purple waves of night:
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Swift it comes—too swiftly on:
When the stars have passed from heaven
And the barque of Hope is gone!
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