THE BROKEN LENS.
Oh! never again, my darling, Never for you and me,Will ring the chime of the sweet spring-time, Of life as it used to be.
We all must change, my darling Must pass through shadow and shine,Must drain our cup as it sparkles up, The lees with the rich, red wine.
The river of life, my darling, Flows evenly from its source,But gathers strength, with its rushing length, To meet the Ocean's force.
That great "wide sea," my darling, That spreads from sky to sky,The boundless blue of the false and the true, The fetterless By-and-by.
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