LIFE'S SIMILES.
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O! Life should be like some fixed star,
That shines not with a wavering light;
But points the wayworn traveller far
Beyond the gloom of this world's night.
That shines not with a wavering light;
But points the wayworn traveller far
Beyond the gloom of this world's night.
Since Life should be like dream, flower, rill,
Like song-bird and like fixed star;
Let each his holy task fulfil,
And human hearts shall wear no scar.
Like song-bird and like fixed star;
Let each his holy task fulfil,
And human hearts shall wear no scar.
Then be our daily life like this—
And Death will but a friend appear;
A white-robed messenger of bliss,
To bear us to a brighter sphere.
And Death will but a friend appear;
A white-robed messenger of bliss,
To bear us to a brighter sphere.
