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Sweet hope! which pierces thro' death's gloom,
And bids us look beyond the tomb.
And bids us look beyond the tomb.
The snow-drop, cloth'd in purest white,
Like truth array'd in robes of light;
And that sweet flower in green leaves set,
The humble dark blue violet,
Like truth array'd in robes of light;
And that sweet flower in green leaves set,
The humble dark blue violet,
Bending its meek and modest form,
Beneath stern winter's pelting storm,
Like virtue shrinking from the strife
And ills which vex this busy life.
Beneath stern winter's pelting storm,
Like virtue shrinking from the strife
And ills which vex this busy life.
And seeking some sequester'd vale,
Where softly blows the western gale;
The other flowers of richer hue,
Will likewise tell a lesson true.
Where softly blows the western gale;
The other flowers of richer hue,
Will likewise tell a lesson true.
