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CHANGE.
There are songs, sweet songs that we never sing,
And familiar names ne'er spoken;
Because of the memories which they bring,
Because of the heartache and suffering,—
Because of the charm that will ever cling
Round links of friendship broken.
And familiar names ne'er spoken;
Because of the memories which they bring,
Because of the heartache and suffering,—
Because of the charm that will ever cling
Round links of friendship broken.
Remembrances come with our happiest thoughts—
Which tinge them with gloom and sadness;
Of what the passing years have brought,
With their weight of joy and trial fraught,—
Of lessons by grim experience taught—
A mingling of pain and gladness.
Which tinge them with gloom and sadness;
Of what the passing years have brought,
With their weight of joy and trial fraught,—
Of lessons by grim experience taught—
A mingling of pain and gladness.
The birds sing as sweetly, the bright spring day,
In cheering and happy chorus;
As they sang in the years which are far away,
When everything seemed so bright and gay,
When we were light-hearted and free as they,—
Yet they've not the same influence o'er us.
In cheering and happy chorus;
As they sang in the years which are far away,
When everything seemed so bright and gay,
When we were light-hearted and free as they,—
Yet they've not the same influence o'er us.
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The sky is as blue as in days gone by,
The sun shines as bright as ever;
The old pine woods continue to sigh,
The rolling river has never run dry,
Yet there is change—I scarce know why—
Which will not cease—no, never!
The sun shines as bright as ever;
The old pine woods continue to sigh,
The rolling river has never run dry,
Yet there is change—I scarce know why—
Which will not cease—no, never!
And as I wonder, the thought will come—
“Is this change in us, or Nature?”
But I think the truth with force comes home
To us, as through the fields we roam,—
Though they are the same as in days agone,
We feel not the same sweet pleasure.
“Is this change in us, or Nature?”
But I think the truth with force comes home
To us, as through the fields we roam,—
Though they are the same as in days agone,
We feel not the same sweet pleasure.
And hope has not such a cheering glow
As in the days of childhood;
For as Old Time in his ceaseless flow,
Moves on, we unconsciously come to know,
That life is real, and the seeds we sow
In youth, we shall reap in manhood.
As in the days of childhood;
For as Old Time in his ceaseless flow,
Moves on, we unconsciously come to know,
That life is real, and the seeds we sow
In youth, we shall reap in manhood.
Yes, cause is followed by effect,
'Twill e'er be the same old story;
No matter what course you may select,
No matter what laws you may reject,
Change and disrelish you may expect;
Without change we can ne'er reach glory.
'Twill e'er be the same old story;
No matter what course you may select,
No matter what laws you may reject,
Change and disrelish you may expect;
Without change we can ne'er reach glory.
So let us patiently work and wait
For Him, who the world redeemeth;
Accepting with grace whatever fate
He sends, that ere it be too late
We may enter through Him the Golden Gate—
As the last and great change cometh.
For Him, who the world redeemeth;
Accepting with grace whatever fate
He sends, that ere it be too late
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As the last and great change cometh.
And when we reach that world of light
Above the Heavenly azure,
No change can come, for all is bright,
A land of beauty and delight—
No death, no falling tear, no night,
Within the walls of jasper!
Above the Heavenly azure,
No change can come, for all is bright,
A land of beauty and delight—
No death, no falling tear, no night,
Within the walls of jasper!
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