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THE UNFAILING SPRINGTIDE.
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THE UNFAILING SPRINGTIDE.
Afar, in times we cannot trace,
Or know what man will be,
'Tis sweet to feel the flowers will grace
His sadness and his glee;
And the carol-birds a little space
Will hold him sorrow-free.
Or know what man will be,
'Tis sweet to feel the flowers will grace
His sadness and his glee;
And the carol-birds a little space
Will hold him sorrow-free.
There will be scent of blossom-may
Above my graveyard mould;
The sun-warm'd little ones will play
Where I am lying cold;
And the pleasure that has had its day
Return a thousandfold.
Above my graveyard mould;
The sun-warm'd little ones will play
Where I am lying cold;
And the pleasure that has had its day
Return a thousandfold.
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