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TIME AND ETERNITY
It is not time that flies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying:
It is not life that dies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
Time and eternity are one;
Time is eternity begun:
Life changes, yet without decay;
'Tis we alone who pass away.
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying:
It is not life that dies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
Time and eternity are one;
Time is eternity begun:
Life changes, yet without decay;
'Tis we alone who pass away.
It is not truth that flies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying:
It is not faith that dies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
O ever-during faith and truth,
Whose youth is age, whose age is youth,
Twin stars of immortality,
Ye cannot perish from our sky!
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying:
It is not faith that dies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
O ever-during faith and truth,
Whose youth is age, whose age is youth,
Twin stars of immortality,
Ye cannot perish from our sky!
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It is not hope that flies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying:
It is not love that dies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
Twin streams, that have in heaven your birth,
Ye glide in gentle joy through earth:
We fade like flowers beside you sown;
Ye are still flowing, flowing on.
'Tis we, 'tis we are flying:
It is not love that dies;
'Tis we, 'tis we are dying.
Twin streams, that have in heaven your birth,
Ye glide in gentle joy through earth:
We fade like flowers beside you sown;
Ye are still flowing, flowing on.
Yet we but die to live;
It is from death we're flying:
For ever lives our life;
For us there is no dying.
We die but as the spring-bud dies,
In summer's golden glow to rise:
These be our days of April bloom;
Our July is beyond the tomb.
It is from death we're flying:
For ever lives our life;
For us there is no dying.
We die but as the spring-bud dies,
In summer's golden glow to rise:
These be our days of April bloom;
Our July is beyond the tomb.
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