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Show THE WAY OF THE WORLD. Thorn are beautiful songs ILat wo never And nam' 8 thut are nnvnr ppoknn, There are iruaBU.o-; auaid.d with jealoun caro Af il kevt as a nacrpil token. Tl.oiHtiro fadud lli)wor, ai.d lettois dun V ilh tur that hnvo raiotid abovo them. J'u- tho Uckle words ai.d tho failhleBs ho-irls Thut taught un how t love them, ' Tlmro are sighs that, cotno in our joyous To cluiKton our dreams of glmlnccs, And Umi'h ihat BpriuR to our aching eyea In hours of thoin-htle-.s rtdnens, For (he Uilhffit birds that siiiK in spring Will Hit tho waning summ'-r, And lips that we have kissed in fondt-sL lovo "VY ill smile on Iho first now comer. Ovor tho breast whore llio lillies rest In whito Imiids s ilU'd forever, i Tho rose of Juno will nod and blow, .; IJnhucding the hearts thut sever. And lips that quiver in client grief, All woids oi hope refusing. Will lightly turn to tho lluoling joys . That poi idh with the using. Snnimor blossoms and winter Bnowa, Lovo and i.s sweolest alynian; : Dope, like a syren dim and fiiir, tiuickt'iiitiK our fuiniest vision; Drooping fpini and failing puln', Where untold memories hover, Evelid-i touched with tho sunt of death, And the Ulful dream is ovor. |