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A RHYME OF LIFE.
If life be as a flame that death doth kill;
Burn little candle lit for me,
With a pure spark, that I may rightly see
To word my song and utterly
God's plan fulfill.
Burn little candle lit for me,
With a pure spark, that I may rightly see
To word my song and utterly
God's plan fulfill.
If life be as a flower that blooms and dies;
Forbid the cunning frost that slays
With Judas-kiss, and trusting love betrays:
Forever may my song of praise
Untainted rise.
Forbid the cunning frost that slays
With Judas-kiss, and trusting love betrays:
Forever may my song of praise
Untainted rise.
If life be as a voyage, or foul, or fair:
O! bid me not my banners furl
For adverse gale, or wave in angry whirl,
Till I have found the gates of pearl
And anchored there.
O! bid me not my banners furl
For adverse gale, or wave in angry whirl,
Till I have found the gates of pearl
And anchored there.
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