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youth and age.
Oh! happy is that human heart,
That such a state hath gained.
Oh! faith and hope,—eternity,
Whose shade shall ever keep,
Beside the path, traced out for thee
To guide thy wandering feet.
Oh! life, oh! death, and fleeting time!
Dread part of human fate.
How cold a refting touch of thine
Whate'er our mortal state.
It is the thought that burns within,
Cooled by ages of gathered snow;
Our thoughts tho' e'en their fires are dimmed,
Still warm where'er they go!
That such a state hath gained.
Oh! faith and hope,—eternity,
Whose shade shall ever keep,
Beside the path, traced out for thee
To guide thy wandering feet.
Oh! life, oh! death, and fleeting time!
Dread part of human fate.
How cold a refting touch of thine
Whate'er our mortal state.
It is the thought that burns within,
Cooled by ages of gathered snow;
Our thoughts tho' e'en their fires are dimmed,
Still warm where'er they go!
