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A SIGH.
Nothing that lives can bloom
Long upon earth;
Meteors, that realms illume,
Die in their birth!
All that the soul admires—
All that the heart desires—
From heart and soul expires;
Leaving but dearth!
Long upon earth;
Meteors, that realms illume,
Die in their birth!
All that the soul admires—
All that the heart desires—
From heart and soul expires;
Leaving but dearth!
Stars, as they light the hours
Steal them away!—
Suns which unfold the flowers
Bring them decay!—
Even Morn's beams of light
Fresh on their heavenly flight,
Shine but to speed the Night!—
Nothing can stay!—
Steal them away!—
Suns which unfold the flowers
Bring them decay!—
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Fresh on their heavenly flight,
Shine but to speed the Night!—
Nothing can stay!—
So, for a little while,
Time passes on—
Flowers that our hopes beguile
Fade one by one!
All that our love can say,
Of those who blessed our way,
Is—that they passed their day—
Lived—and are gone!
Time passes on—
Flowers that our hopes beguile
Fade one by one!
All that our love can say,
Of those who blessed our way,
Is—that they passed their day—
Lived—and are gone!
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