LIFE'S CHANGES.
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My life was like some flowering vine,That gaily danced in the bright sunshine,As though the earth and its joys were mine— Alas! how little I knew.
But the golden sun went down at last,And the bright blue sky was overcast—Till even the timid stars have passed In shivering fright away.
Soon fickle Fortune fled the scene,Cold darkness reigned where light had been,And heavy clouds rose up between My happy youth and me.
The leaves of womanhood unfold,For me, without one tint of gold,And age seems dreary, dark, and cold— I scarce should dread the grave.
But for the light that never dies,That glimmers still beyond the skies,To guide the dead when they shall rise, My soul would faint indeed.
