OH! THERE ARE HOURS.
Oh! there are hours that pass away,
Like the bright sunshine of a day,
Leaving a gladdening hope behind,
Like summer sighing in the wind.
Then hope is joy, and grief-forgetting man
Thinks life is bliss,—the world too short a span.
Like the bright sunshine of a day,
Leaving a gladdening hope behind,
Like summer sighing in the wind.
Then hope is joy, and grief-forgetting man
Thinks life is bliss,—the world too short a span.
Oh! there are days that swiftly glide,
Like the soft murmuring of the tide,
Leaving a peaceful joy at heart,
The memory of a brighter part.
Then man, forgetting former griefs of mind,
Thinks earth is paradise—and God is kind.
Like the soft murmuring of the tide,
Leaving a peaceful joy at heart,
The memory of a brighter part.
Then man, forgetting former griefs of mind,
Thinks earth is paradise—and God is kind.
Oh! there are moments too, that fly
Like darkened clouds across the sky,
Like darkened clouds across the sky,
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