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LOVE lingers by with song and sigh,
Shine and shadows bending;
The days so rare that started fair
Oft in sadness ending.
Shine and shadows bending;
The days so rare that started fair
Oft in sadness ending.
Love comes and goes as blooms the rose,
Leaving thorns behind it,
But, ah, the gain outlasts the pain
If so our hearts may find it.
Leaving thorns behind it,
But, ah, the gain outlasts the pain
If so our hearts may find it.
A gift is life, its peace and strife
And all the hope that's in it;
Love lies across the bridge of sighs
And we'd risk heaven to win it.
And all the hope that's in it;
Love lies across the bridge of sighs
And we'd risk heaven to win it.
OUT OF THE PAST
WHEN, wrapped in twilight folds, you put away
Within Time's darkened niche the worn-out day,
Say not that it is dead.
It may seem cold and still and very white—
A pallor on the edge of endless night,
A blur of nothingness,
A silence deep and dread.
Within Time's darkened niche the worn-out day,
Say not that it is dead.
It may seem cold and still and very white—
A pallor on the edge of endless night,
A blur of nothingness,
A silence deep and dread.
And yet if in that day you lived a lie,
Or shamed a faith, or put a suppliant by,
Or wronged a child of God,
Or shamed a faith, or put a suppliant by,
Or wronged a child of God,
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