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A SONG OF HOPE.
The vinery's foliage
In Autumn grows sere,
For its wealth of bright beauty
Fades out with the year:
All its branches, where lately
Grape clusters were spread,
Become barren and sapless
And seem as though dead.
In Autumn grows sere,
For its wealth of bright beauty
Fades out with the year:
All its branches, where lately
Grape clusters were spread,
Become barren and sapless
And seem as though dead.
But long ere the soft Spring
Clothes the land in glad green,
On its boughs beauteous blossoms
Are lavishly seen,
As it uses the warmth
Which is placed in its power,
And so rallies more swiftly
From Winter's rude hour.
Clothes the land in glad green,
On its boughs beauteous blossoms
Are lavishly seen,
As it uses the warmth
Which is placed in its power,
And so rallies more swiftly
From Winter's rude hour.
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Thus if we, when some sorrow
O'erwhelming appears,
And which threatens to banish
The light of our years,
Would the blessings still left
In our service employ,
Then whate'er be the issue,
'Twould bring us but joy.
O'erwhelming appears,
And which threatens to banish
The light of our years,
Would the blessings still left
In our service employ,
Then whate'er be the issue,
'Twould bring us but joy.
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