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Life has such flowers, the fair, the bright,
All glowing with their tints of light:
To-day, they greet the gazer's eye,
To-morrow, drooping, dead, they lie.
All glowing with their tints of light:
To-day, they greet the gazer's eye,
To-morrow, drooping, dead, they lie.
Hope, like some flower of sunny hue,
Blooms but to fade in sadness too:
Fair as the light of heaven its beam,—
Then fled as morning's vanished dream.
Blooms but to fade in sadness too:
Fair as the light of heaven its beam,—
Then fled as morning's vanished dream.
Yet shall life's faded flowers assume
Fragrance more rich, and fairer bloom,
And in the diadem divine
As gems of priceless splendor shine.
Fragrance more rich, and fairer bloom,
And in the diadem divine
As gems of priceless splendor shine.
"JE NE CHANGE QU'EN MOURANT."
Change but in death? Ah, who shall say,
As each sweet hope of love departs,
That death can ever steal away
Our memory from their severed hearts2
As each sweet hope of love departs,
That death can ever steal away
Our memory from their severed hearts2
Does it not rather set the seal
Of changeless truth upon their love,
And to our loneliness reveal
A sweeter fellowship above?
Of changeless truth upon their love,
And to our loneliness reveal
A sweeter fellowship above?
