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IN THE SWEET SEASONS.
In the sweet Seasons of Expectancy,
How passed each fleeting sorrow swiftly by;
Mine eye look forward—forward even through tears—
To hail the promise of new smiling years.
How passed each fleeting sorrow swiftly by;
Mine eye look forward—forward even through tears—
To hail the promise of new smiling years.
Lightly I felt each grief—though keenly too,
But joys bright star seemed almost glimmering through,
The clouds that crossed at times youth's brilliant sky
In the sweet Seasons of Expectancy!
But joys bright star seemed almost glimmering through,
The clouds that crossed at times youth's brilliant sky
In the sweet Seasons of Expectancy!
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