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TIME'S ON THE WING.
Up!—up and be doing! for time's on the wing.
Oh, never give way to dark sorrow;
For grief cannot soften affliction's keen sting,
And hope may smile brighter to-morrow.
Oh, never give way to dark sorrow;
For grief cannot soften affliction's keen sting,
And hope may smile brighter to-morrow.
Though storms and dark clouds will come on for awhile,
And make all seem gloomy and sad;
Yet a calm will succeed, and bring sunshine and smile,
And the sad heart again will be glad.
And make all seem gloomy and sad;
Yet a calm will succeed, and bring sunshine and smile,
And the sad heart again will be glad.
Though life hath sharp arrows that often will goad,
And the thorns of affliction abound;
Yet roses in plenty are strewn on the road,
"Which by searching may always be found.
And the thorns of affliction abound;
Yet roses in plenty are strewn on the road,
"Which by searching may always be found.
Then, up and be doing! for time's on the wing,
Oh, never give way to dark sorrow;
For grief cannot soften affliction's keen sting,
And hope may smile brighter to-morrow.
Oh, never give way to dark sorrow;
For grief cannot soften affliction's keen sting,
And hope may smile brighter to-morrow.
TO-MORROW.
O heed not to-morrow,—'Twill never be here
Live to day, and let rankling care
Be driven away till to-morrow appear:
The ills of to-day are sufficient to bear.
Live to day, and let rankling care
Be driven away till to-morrow appear:
The ills of to-day are sufficient to bear.
