THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS.
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Spring, we love thee for thy beams,
For thy free rejoicing streams,
And the spirit-stirring dreams
Resting on thy wing;
For thy life-reviving showers,
For thy incense-breathing flowers,
And thy happy-laden hours,
We will bless thee, Spring!
For thy free rejoicing streams,
And the spirit-stirring dreams
Resting on thy wing;
For thy life-reviving showers,
For thy incense-breathing flowers,
And thy happy-laden hours,
We will bless thee, Spring!
THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS.
Toward the dim land of forgetfulness
Our barques are hastening fast;
We've reached the topmost wave of life,
To plunge into the past!
Far on the pale horizon's brink
Their sails are growing less;
A little while, and they will sink
Into sheer nothingness!
Not the faint memory of a dream
Shall on their pathway lie,
Nor the reflection of a beam
From out the summer sky.
Our barques are hastening fast;
We've reached the topmost wave of life,
To plunge into the past!
Far on the pale horizon's brink
Their sails are growing less;
A little while, and they will sink
Into sheer nothingness!
Not the faint memory of a dream
Shall on their pathway lie,
Nor the reflection of a beam
From out the summer sky.
And those we wept to leave behind,
Whose eyes with tears were wet,
Whose faces in our hearts were shrined,
How soon will they forget!
Whose eyes with tears were wet,
Whose faces in our hearts were shrined,
How soon will they forget!
