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THE HOPES GONE BY.
The hopes gone by—the hopes that made
A golden path to other years;
Ere yet our hearts had known a shade,
Or life had lost what life endears:
The bounding heart—the spirits' play—
The thoughts that seem'd on wings to fly—
We ask in vain,—ah, where are they?
The days, the dreams, the hopes gone by!
A golden path to other years;
Ere yet our hearts had known a shade,
Or life had lost what life endears:
The bounding heart—the spirits' play—
The thoughts that seem'd on wings to fly—
We ask in vain,—ah, where are they?
The days, the dreams, the hopes gone by!
The brightness and the bloom have fled,
And life seems cold as wintry snow;
For some are changed, and some are dead,
That knew and loved us long ago!
Those golden visions come no more
As once they came, when hope was high,
Yet dear, till life's last pulse is o'er,
Will be the days, the hopes, gone by!
And life seems cold as wintry snow;
For some are changed, and some are dead,
That knew and loved us long ago!
Those golden visions come no more
As once they came, when hope was high,
Yet dear, till life's last pulse is o'er,
Will be the days, the hopes, gone by!
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