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THE PAST.
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The Present, like an eagle's wing,
May from our vision fleet,
The Future, in its robe of dreams,
Our grasp may never meet;
But, frail one, with the fearful Past
Mysterious secrets are,
Oh, spread thy conscience to thy Judge
In penitence and prayer.
May from our vision fleet,
The Future, in its robe of dreams,
Our grasp may never meet;
But, frail one, with the fearful Past
Mysterious secrets are,
Oh, spread thy conscience to thy Judge
In penitence and prayer.
