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ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY BIRTHDAY.
God of my life! another year
Of that short life is past,
And this, for aught that I can tell,
May be decreed the last.
Of that short life is past,
And this, for aught that I can tell,
May be decreed the last.
As wave is urged on wave,
Year after year rolls by,
Bearing me onward to the shores
Of bright eternity.
Year after year rolls by,
Bearing me onward to the shores
Of bright eternity.
Eternity, or wished,
Or feared, must come;
Beyond earth's narrow bounds
Is placed our home.
Or feared, must come;
Beyond earth's narrow bounds
Is placed our home.
