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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS. |
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My life is like the summer rose,
That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die: Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see, But none shall weep a tear for me !
My life is like the autumn leaf,
That trembles in the moon's pale ray;
Its hold is frail — its date is brief, Restless — and soon to pass away! |
Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree, But none shall breathe a sigh for me !
My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand —
Soon as the rising tide shall beat, His track will vanish from the sand;
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud moans the sea,.
But none shall e'er lament for me ! |
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LOVE NOT.
Mrs. Caroline Norton's sorrowful domestic experience might well have been th& inspiration of her song " Love Not." The music was written by John Blockley. |
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ye hap - less sons of day; the thing you love may die,— |
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