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Parting Strain.
A bird and a rose-bud—
These were my first treasures—
And well I remember
They told me life's pleasures
Were fading and fleeting,
Oft gone with the greeting.—
I did not believe them—
Alas! the next day
My sweet rose lay withered,
My bird flew away!
Away, away;—
My sweet rose lay withered,
My bird flew away.
These were my first treasures—
And well I remember
They told me life's pleasures
Were fading and fleeting,
Oft gone with the greeting.—
I did not believe them—
Alas! the next day
My sweet rose lay withered,
My bird flew away!
Away, away;—
My sweet rose lay withered,
My bird flew away.
'Tis thus with young friendships,—
The dearer we cherish
Our pleasant companions,
The sooner they vanish;
Like birds in the wild-wood,—
But the true heart of child-hood
Will never forget them—
And oft we shall say,
O, why did they leave us,
And go far away?
Away, away—
O, why did they leave us,
And go far away?
The dearer we cherish
Our pleasant companions,
The sooner they vanish;
Like birds in the wild-wood,—
But the true heart of child-hood
Will never forget them—
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O, why did they leave us,
And go far away?
Away, away—
O, why did they leave us,
And go far away?
Hence learn we the lesson,
That joy is unstable,
Our life a vain shadow
The world but a fable;
That partings and crosses,
And sorrows and losses
Will ever attend us,
On earth while we stay;
And we, like our pleasures,
Are passing away,
Away, away—
And we, like our pleasures,
Are passing away.
That joy is unstable,
Our life a vain shadow
The world but a fable;
That partings and crosses,
And sorrows and losses
Will ever attend us,
On earth while we stay;
And we, like our pleasures,
Are passing away,
Away, away—
And we, like our pleasures,
Are passing away.
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