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LIFE! AS WE STILL.
Life! as we still on thy strange pathway move,
We leave behind the things we fondliest love—
Hopes turn to doubts, smiles tremble into tears,
And our expectancies grow dark with fears.
We leave behind the things we fondliest love—
Hopes turn to doubts, smiles tremble into tears,
And our expectancies grow dark with fears.
First our delights and then our comforts part,
Then Life what yield'st thou, desert that thou art?
Thorns but no rose—no honey but what stings—
And storms that waft no rainbow on their wings.
Then Life what yield'st thou, desert that thou art?
Thorns but no rose—no honey but what stings—
And storms that waft no rainbow on their wings.
Life! thou dost darken and dost fade away,
Dost lose a charm, a grace, still day by day—
As though thou would'st a mournful likeness wear,
To thy cold shadowy Sister frowning near!
Dost lose a charm, a grace, still day by day—
As though thou would'st a mournful likeness wear,
To thy cold shadowy Sister frowning near!
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