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1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower;
Frail, smiling solace of an hour;
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.
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.
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.
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First Line: | So fades the lovely, blooming flower |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Death and Burial |
Notes: | Author from Index: Mrs. Steele |