THE DAYS PASS ON.
Morn follows night,
Night follows morn,
In endless round
The days pass on.
Night follows morn,
In endless round
The days pass on.
The days pass on,
A silent train,
The days of sunshine
And of rain.
A silent train,
The days of sunshine
And of rain.
They tarry not
Whatever they bring,
The deepest joy,
The sharpest sting.
Whatever they bring,
The deepest joy,
The sharpest sting.
The days pass on,
O solemn thought,
Whatever wrong
We may have wrought.
O solemn thought,
Whatever wrong
We may have wrought.
The days pass on,
They do not wait,
E'en though they seal
A nation's fate.
They do not wait,
E'en though they seal
A nation's fate.
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