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But for every hour of sadness,
We have many more of gladness,
 Swelling in each heart:
Then bid all discontent be gone,
And let us breathe the fervent song,
 'Oh God! how good thou art!'

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LIFE.

What is our life? 'Tis like a flower
 We often see in bloom;
Expands, then dies in one short hour,
 And hastens to the tomb.

'T is like a meteor in the sky,
 A momentary light;
'Tis like a rainbow seen on high,
 Soon to recede from sight.

'T is like a wave on ocean's breast,
 That goes, we know not where;
Like fading sunbeams in the west,
 Not long to linger there.
'Tis like a dream—or like a night,
 'T will quickly pass away;