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1 |
So fades the lovely blooming flow'r; Frail, smiling solace of an hour; So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die. |
So fades the lovely blooming flow'r,, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
Is there no kind, no healing art To soothe the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace, be ever nigh; Thy comforts are not made to die. |
So fades the lovely blooming flow'r,, Stanza 3 |
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3 |
Let gentle patience smile on pain, 'Till dying hope revives again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky. |
So fades the lovely blooming flow'r,, Stanza 6 |