Poems.
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Ere many fleeting hours have passed,
The fluttering soul will break
The confines of its fragile frame,
Its upward flight to take.
The fluttering soul will break
The confines of its fragile frame,
Its upward flight to take.
For her pure spirit will ascend
To that Almighty Power,
Who placed the bud on earth to bloom,
And takes it back, a flower.
To that Almighty Power,
Who placed the bud on earth to bloom,
And takes it back, a flower.
ON LIFE.
When life's gay scenes have ceased to shed,
Their influence o'er the mind,
And Hope's bright meteors all have fled,
Leaving a wreck behind:
Their influence o'er the mind,
And Hope's bright meteors all have fled,
Leaving a wreck behind:
When pleasure 's ceased to shed its rays,
Our pathway to illume,
And joy no longer gilds our days,
E'en in life's early bloom;
Our pathway to illume,
And joy no longer gilds our days,
E'en in life's early bloom;
When all that once hath charmed the heart,
And gratified the eye,
And all we 've loved, we 've seen depart,
What recks it when we die?
And gratified the eye,
And all we 've loved, we 've seen depart,
What recks it when we die?
