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THE GREAT REMEMBRANCE
Then of this flood of song
Let me drink long!
Ah, yes, because the rose
Fades like the sunset skies;
Because rude winter blows
All bare, and music dies—
Therefore, now is to me
Eternity!
"FADES THE ROSE"
Fades the rose; the year grows old;
The tale is told;
Youth doth depart—
Only stays the heart.
Ah, no! if stays the heart,
Youth can ne'er depart,
Nor the sweet tale be told—
Never the rose fade, nor the year grow old.
THE WINTRY HEART
On the sad winter trees
The dead, red leaves remain,
Tho' to and fro the bleak winds blow,
And falls the freezing rain.
So to the wintry heart
Clings color of the past,
While through dead leaves shudders and grieves
The melancholy blast.
