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THE WINTER OF LIFE.
The silent boughs are sear, love,
Their leaves sweep o'er the plain;
But there's a spring time near, love,
And they shall bloom again:
The wintry years come on, love,
Our gladsome youth is o'er;
And there are friends now gone, love,
That we shall meet no more.
Their leaves sweep o'er the plain;
But there's a spring time near, love,
And they shall bloom again:
The wintry years come on, love,
Our gladsome youth is o'er;
And there are friends now gone, love,
That we shall meet no more.
The wintry birds sit dumb, love,
Beneath the snowy thorn,
But there's a time to come, love,
When songs and flowers are born.
We've reach'd that wintry hour, love,
No sun can e'er restore;
And fled is many a flower, love,
Our hearts shall find no more.
Beneath the snowy thorn,
But there's a time to come, love,
When songs and flowers are born.
We've reach'd that wintry hour, love,
No sun can e'er restore;
And fled is many a flower, love,
Our hearts shall find no more.
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We've toil'd through ill and good, love,
Through years of sorrow's track;
And even if we could, love,
We scarce would wish them back!
So let them take their flight, love,
For all that live must die;
And 'tis but in the night, love,
We see God's stars on high!
Through years of sorrow's track;
And even if we could, love,
We scarce would wish them back!
So let them take their flight, love,
For all that live must die;
And 'tis but in the night, love,
We see God's stars on high!
Then let our spirits wing, love,
Beyond the clouds of earth,
Where flowers immortal spring, love,
And angel songs have birth!
Where parted friends shall meet, love,
And heart with heart adore;
Where every thought is sweet, love,
And every sorrow o'er!
Beyond the clouds of earth,
Where flowers immortal spring, love,
And angel songs have birth!
Where parted friends shall meet, love,
And heart with heart adore;
Where every thought is sweet, love,
And every sorrow o'er!
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