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Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender transient, flower,
That e'en in blooming dies.
The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.
But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;
And, dressed in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flowery tribes arise.
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime
And bloom to fade no more.
Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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FAITHFUL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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