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Closing the School.
TWO VOICES.
First voice.
Like the rivers ceaseless flow,
Days, and hours, and moments go;
And the year, that endless seems
In the future's busy schemes,
Passes—it is past—the year—
What hath been its record here?
Days, and hours, and moments go;
And the year, that endless seems
In the future's busy schemes,
Passes—it is past—the year—
What hath been its record here?
Second voice.
Not by labors we have wrought
Can we show the growth of thought;
As the plant you tend for years,
Ere its ripened fruit appears,
Thus the youthful mind must be
Nurtured long ere fruit you see.
Can we show the growth of thought;
As the plant you tend for years,
Ere its ripened fruit appears,
Thus the youthful mind must be
Nurtured long ere fruit you see.
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First voice.
Parting is a tearful word,
Breathed in grief, in sorrow heard—
Here its cadence draws no sigh,
Its expression dims no eye—
When the closing song is o'er,
Do we part to meet no more?
Breathed in grief, in sorrow heard—
Here its cadence draws no sigh,
Its expression dims no eye—
When the closing song is o'er,
Do we part to meet no more?
Second voice.
Again, again, we meet again—
Deem not this a farewell strain—
'Tis the joy of change we hail,
When its fleeting pleasures fail,
Like tired birds that fold the wing,
Blithely here our songs we'll sing.
Deem not this a farewell strain—
'Tis the joy of change we hail,
When its fleeting pleasures fail,
Like tired birds that fold the wing,
Blithely here our songs we'll sing.
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