the souvenir.
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Yes! their's is still the whisper of a glad and careless time,
Of other summers' glorious bloom, and other meads in prime;
Oh! great and mighty is the spell, the memories deep and strong,
Which gush from out the tiny vase, and that frail, brilliant throng!
Of other summers' glorious bloom, and other meads in prime;
Oh! great and mighty is the spell, the memories deep and strong,
Which gush from out the tiny vase, and that frail, brilliant throng!
The violet, too, and other gems of beauty and of grace,
Compose the bouquet, fresh and bright, which now surmounts my vase;
But e'en, ere eventide steals on, a blight o'er all shall pass:
Yet they in death are monitors, and teach "all flesh is grass."
The goodliness thereof as brief as that which erst we wore—
A sunny morn, a fleeting day, and man's life span is o'er;
The grass dries up, the flowret fades, the brightest sky 's o'ercast,—
Nought save the Word of God endures, or shall eternal last.
Compose the bouquet, fresh and bright, which now surmounts my vase;
But e'en, ere eventide steals on, a blight o'er all shall pass:
Yet they in death are monitors, and teach "all flesh is grass."
The goodliness thereof as brief as that which erst we wore—
A sunny morn, a fleeting day, and man's life span is o'er;
The grass dries up, the flowret fades, the brightest sky 's o'ercast,—
Nought save the Word of God endures, or shall eternal last.
