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THE STREAM OF LIFE.
The stream of life is going dry;
Thank God, that more and more
I see the golden sands, which I
Could never see before.
Thank God, that more and more
I see the golden sands, which I
Could never see before.
The banks are dark with graves of friends;
Thank God, for faith sublime
In the eternity that sends
Its shadows into time.
Thank God, for faith sublime
In the eternity that sends
Its shadows into time.
The flowres are gone that with their glow
Of sunshine filled the grass;
Thank God, they were but dim and low
Reflections in a glass.
Of sunshine filled the grass;
Thank God, they were but dim and low
Reflections in a glass.
The autumn winds are blowing chill;
The summer warmth is done;
Thank God, the little dew-drop still
Is drawn into the sun.
The summer warmth is done;
Thank God, the little dew-drop still
Is drawn into the sun.
Strange stream, to be exhaled so fast
In cloudy cares and tears;
Thank God, that it should shine at last
Along the immortal years.
In cloudy cares and tears;
Thank God, that it should shine at last
Along the immortal years.
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