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MEDITATION
Why should we thank for Day's decline
Who saw so glad the morning shine?
If Spring's fair promise brings us joy,
Doth not the Winter bliss destroy?
We welcome Life's unfolding breath,
How shall we sing the praise of Death?
Who saw so glad the morning shine?
If Spring's fair promise brings us joy,
Doth not the Winter bliss destroy?
We welcome Life's unfolding breath,
How shall we sing the praise of Death?
At morn we go, at eve we wait
To learn the mystery of Fate.
Must vanish all that doth appear,
Must darken all that shineth clear,
Must perish all that buds and grows,
From opening day to opening rose.
To learn the mystery of Fate.
Must vanish all that doth appear,
Must darken all that shineth clear,
Must perish all that buds and grows,
From opening day to opening rose.
For “onward ever” is the word
The earliest Creation heard,
Nature shall close her written years
With the same sentence in her ears,
From God to God doth onward roll
The teeming earth, the teeming soul
The earliest Creation heard,
Nature shall close her written years
With the same sentence in her ears,
From God to God doth onward roll
The teeming earth, the teeming soul
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