Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Immortality
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IMMORTALITY.
There blooms in every human breast,
An amaranthine flower,
That cheers us on our pilgrimage,
However dark the hour.
And through the varied scenes of life,
That flower doth never fade,
But lives 'mid earthly joys and ills,
In sunshine and in shade.
An amaranthine flower,
That cheers us on our pilgrimage,
However dark the hour.
And through the varied scenes of life,
That flower doth never fade,
But lives 'mid earthly joys and ills,
In sunshine and in shade.
It springs spontaneous in each soul,
Whate'er its lot may be;
It is the ever glorious hope
Of Immortality.
We give up life, resign our friends,
Though sad the parting be,
Yet none would ever yield the hope
Of Immortality.
Whate'er its lot may be;
It is the ever glorious hope
Of Immortality.
We give up life, resign our friends,
Though sad the parting be,
Yet none would ever yield the hope
Of Immortality.