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Nor dark nor clear, nor night nor day,
The life we spend below;
Here tares and wheat together spring,
And bitter waters flow.
The good acquired with anxious care,
Is oft possessed with pain;
And what we think the storm is o’er,
The clouds return again.
A chequered scene, a bitter sweet,
Is all enjoyment here;
The honey’s mingled with the gall,
And hope depressed by fear.
Thrice happy they, who landed safe,
Where storms can never come,
Who drink unmingled draughts of bliss.
And find themselves at home.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 536 |
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EVAN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1847,1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 441 | No key | | # 512 | No key | | # 261 | Ab | | # 327 | Ab | | # 271 | Bb | | # 130 | Ab | | # 171 | Ab | | # 317 | Ab | | # 371 | Ab | | # 399 | Ab |
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