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TO THE GONE.
O flowers that once were blooming,
O fairest vanished flowers,
Your sweetness is perfuming
The present's fleeting hours;
Ye glad our eyes no longer
As in the years we knew,
But stronger yet and stronger
Still grows our love for you,
For you, beloved through tears,
O flowers of other years.
O fairest vanished flowers,
Your sweetness is perfuming
The present's fleeting hours;
Ye glad our eyes no longer
As in the years we knew,
But stronger yet and stronger
Still grows our love for you,
For you, beloved through tears,
O flowers of other years.
O violet shy and tender!
O gaily blooming rose!
O lily, silver splendour,
Your beauty memory knows;
New blooms, our eyes, are nearer,
You, dim-seen and afar;
But ye are but the dearer,
The farther off ye are,
O ye, beloved, through tears,
Ye flowers of other years.
O gaily blooming rose!
O lily, silver splendour,
Your beauty memory knows;
New blooms, our eyes, are nearer,
You, dim-seen and afar;
But ye are but the dearer,
The farther off ye are,
O ye, beloved, through tears,
Ye flowers of other years.
No outward eye beholds you;
From life ye dwell apart;
Death in its gloom enfolds you,
Ye visions of the heart.
But Death can only render
You lost ones yet more dear,
Yet fairer and more tender
Than when ye, blooms, were here,
O ye, beloved, through tears,
Ye flowers of other years.
From life ye dwell apart;
Death in its gloom enfolds you,
Ye visions of the heart.
But Death can only render
You lost ones yet more dear,
367
Than when ye, blooms, were here,
O ye, beloved, through tears,
Ye flowers of other years.
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