A player breath'd forth will calm the soul;
Faith lifts the veil, and we,
Children of Mary, see her star
Shine o'er the restless sea.
We gaze with faith's rejoicing eye
On what seemed dark erewhile;
Then to the world and home we bear
The brightness of her smile.
21. How fleeting all my pleasures seem!
How fleeting all my pleasures seem!
No joy in them I find;
They pass like morning's early beam,
And leave no trace behind.
That lily nurs'd with fond delight,
So fragrant and so fair,
Struck down, alas! by sudden blight,
It dies, despite my care.
And all the bright and sunny flowers
I've watch'd from day to day,
They bloom their few short summer hours,
And then they fade away.
Yet, as they fade and disappear,
Methinks I hear them cry,
"Dear little friend, so young and fair,
Remember you must die."
Ah, yes! and may I on that day,
When Jesus calls me hence,
Like my fair lily, pass away
