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RENEWAL.
Some of our hopes were gathered duly;
Others, we saw, would never be;
Others again, considered newly,
Lost their desirability.
Life we had gauged—except by sinning—
Found its pleasures, rewards, and fame
Scarcely worth an immortal's winning—
Then to the rescue my Willie came.
Others, we saw, would never be;
Others again, considered newly,
Lost their desirability.
Life we had gauged—except by sinning—
Found its pleasures, rewards, and fame
Scarcely worth an immortal's winning—
Then to the rescue my Willie came.
What did you do? Oh, nothing, nothing—
What could these little fingers do?
Only revived the gay, green clothing
Our bare boughs in spring-time knew.
Leaf and blossom, and sweet bird-singing,
Sheen of sunshine, and scent of May
Still to the bowers of life were clinging,
As though a curtain had dropped away.
What could these little fingers do?
Only revived the gay, green clothing
Our bare boughs in spring-time knew.
Leaf and blossom, and sweet bird-singing,
Sheen of sunshine, and scent of May
Still to the bowers of life were clinging,
As though a curtain had dropped away.
Yes, from our eyes a veil was lifted:
Life was not meant for us alone;
You were the goal to which we drifted,
Yours the heritage we would not own.
Often we sighed o'er the vanished treasure
Left in youth, ere its worth we knew—
Oh, my Willie, it's twice the pleasure
Living life over again with you!
Life was not meant for us alone;
You were the goal to which we drifted,
Yours the heritage we would not own.
Often we sighed o'er the vanished treasure
Left in youth, ere its worth we knew—
Oh, my Willie, it's twice the pleasure
Living life over again with you!
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