Poems.
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'T is Hope that gilds life's rugged way,
And throws a charm around;
A friend that ever near doth stay,
Within our breast 't is found,
Hope thou in God, have hope in heaven,
Have hope beyond this sphere,
And in thy life's last-fading even,
Thy Maker will be near.
And throws a charm around;
A friend that ever near doth stay,
Within our breast 't is found,
Hope thou in God, have hope in heaven,
Have hope beyond this sphere,
And in thy life's last-fading even,
Thy Maker will be near.
CHILDHOOD.
Dear moments of childhood! how swiftly ye flew,
No effort of mine can restore thee;
In silence ye breathed an eternal adieu,
And with painful regret we deplore thee.
No effort of mine can restore thee;
In silence ye breathed an eternal adieu,
And with painful regret we deplore thee.
The still stream of time is rapidly flowing,
Our juvenile hours are past,
And youth's gay dreams, with their warm tints glowing,
But a few brief hours can last.
Our juvenile hours are past,
And youth's gay dreams, with their warm tints glowing,
But a few brief hours can last.
The illusions of life are fleeting away,
Our journey will soon be o'er,
Our journey will soon be o'er,
