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LIFE.
Life's not our own—'tis but a loan—
To be repaid;
Soon the dark Comer's at the door,
The debt is due—the dream is o'er—
Life's but a shade.
To be repaid;
Soon the dark Comer's at the door,
The debt is due—the dream is o'er—
Life's but a shade.
Thus all decline—that bloom or shine—
Both star and flower;
'Tis but a little odour shed—
A light gone out—a spirit fled—
A funeral hour!
Both star and flower;
'Tis but a little odour shed—
A light gone out—a spirit fled—
A funeral hour!
Then let us show a tranquil brow
Whate'er befalls;
That we upon life's latest brink
May look on Death's dark face—and think
An angel calls!
Whate'er befalls;
That we upon life's latest brink
May look on Death's dark face—and think
An angel calls!
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