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That so oft by my glance their soft hues are forsaken
For those bright things, that glitter in radiance above.
For those bright things, that glitter in radiance above.
For I know that our hearts would be dreary without them,
Those sweet buds of hope 'mid the thorns of despair;
And may all the beauty and perfume about them
Still brighten the green earth and sweeten the air.
Those sweet buds of hope 'mid the thorns of despair;
And may all the beauty and perfume about them
Still brighten the green earth and sweeten the air.
Yet still I have thought, when misfortunes o'ertook us,
And those, we had cherished, have laughed at our doom,
That the flowers were emblems of those, who forsook us,
For they smile in the sunshine, but shrink from the gloom.
And those, we had cherished, have laughed at our doom,
That the flowers were emblems of those, who forsook us,
For they smile in the sunshine, but shrink from the gloom.
But the stars, the soft stars, when they glitter above us,
I gaze on their beams with a feeling divine,
For, as true friends in sorrow more tenderly love us,
The darker the hour the brighter they shine.
I gaze on their beams with a feeling divine,
For, as true friends in sorrow more tenderly love us,
The darker the hour the brighter they shine.
Give, give me the hour when the day-god reposing
Has sunk in the far west behind his gold bars,
For when shades gather round us and flowers are closing,
They burst forth in glory, the stars, the bright stars!
Has sunk in the far west behind his gold bars,
For when shades gather round us and flowers are closing,
They burst forth in glory, the stars, the bright stars!
