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LIFE.

Short at the longest,
Frail at the strongest,
Flame of a taper,
Foam of a river,
Ocean's weak spray,—
Frost-work so brittle,
It shrinks from a ray;
Breath of a vapour,
Seen for a little,
Then fading away.
Yet, as thou fliest,
Bringing from heaven
The best and the highest
Hopes ever given;
Precious thy moments,
Rich thy bestowments,
Let my hand grasp them,
Let my heart clasp them,—
And on Time's brink
The glory foreseeing,
I know life is mine,
Immortal, divine,

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By a gold link
That death cannot sever,
God to His Being
Hath bound mine for ever.
1860.