 | "Until the Day Break," |  |
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THE FLIGHT OF TIME.
The stars are still above us,And the green earth below;
The mountains wear their helmets
Of everlasting snow;
But years are rushing past us,
Like storm across the main,
And the moments fall around us,
Like drops of morning rain.
Our summer dreams are over,
With their bewitching spells,
And autumn's fading foliage
A soberer lesson tells.
| "Until the Day Break," | |