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UNSEEN SPIRITS. 345 |
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Youth is the time for joy— Its brightness lures our flying feet, Its cup of bliss is purely sweet,
Scarce mingled with alloy.
0, in these sunny hours, 'T were well to fix the heart above, And pour forth all its deathless love,
Where are no dying flowers.
What sight than this more fair ?
A youthful heart that turns away
From earthly hopes, ere they decay
And leave the soul to care, i.
UNSEEN SPIEITS. They are round us—they are round us,
When a cloud is o'er our way; When a chain to earth has bound us,
And we struggle to be free.
They are with us, when in anguish Wearily the spirit droops—
When oppress'd with grief we languish, Sick of all earth's cheating hopes;
With us in the hour of gladness, When the world is strangely bright;
With us in the time of sadness, When earth ceases to deliarht; |
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