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WHEN THE HEART IS YOUNG.
Oh! merry goes the time when the heart is young,
There is nought too high to climb when the heart is young;
A spirit of delight
Scatters roses in her flight,
And there's magic in the night when the heart is young.
There is nought too high to climb when the heart is young;
A spirit of delight
Scatters roses in her flight,
And there's magic in the night when the heart is young.
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But weary go the feet when the heart is old,
Time cometh not so sweet when the heart is old;
From all that smiled and shone,
There is something lost and gone,
And our friends are few—or none—when the heart is old.
Time cometh not so sweet when the heart is old;
From all that smiled and shone,
There is something lost and gone,
And our friends are few—or none—when the heart is old.
Oh! sparkling are the skies when the heart is young,
There is bliss in beauty's eyes when the heart is young;
The golden break of day
Brings gladness in its ray,
And every month is May when the heart is young.
There is bliss in beauty's eyes when the heart is young;
The golden break of day
Brings gladness in its ray,
And every month is May when the heart is young.
But the sun is setting fast when the heart is old,
And the sky is overcast when the heart is old;
Life's worn and weary bark
Lies tossing wild and dark,
And the star hath left Hope's ark when the heart is old.
And the sky is overcast when the heart is old;
Life's worn and weary bark
Lies tossing wild and dark,
And the star hath left Hope's ark when the heart is old.
Yet an angel from its sphere, though the heart be old,
Whispers comfort in our ear, though the heart be old,
Saying, “Age, from out the tomb,
Shall immortal youth assume,
And Spring eternal bloom, where no heart is old!”
Whispers comfort in our ear, though the heart be old,
Saying, “Age, from out the tomb,
Shall immortal youth assume,
And Spring eternal bloom, where no heart is old!”
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