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Anne Steele

Life Is A Span, A Fleeting Hour

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1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender transient, flow’r,
That e’en in blooming dies.

2 The once-lov’d form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither’d all her joys.

3 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;
And, dress’d in beauty’s fairest bloom,
The flow’ry tribes arise.

4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime
And bloom to fade no more.

5 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.


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      Life Is A Span, A Fleeting Hour

      1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
      How soon the vapour flies!
      Man is a tender transient, flow’r,
      That e’en in blooming dies.

      2 The once-lov’d form, now cold and dead,
      Each mournful thought employs;
      And nature weeps her comforts fled,
      And wither’d all her joys.

      3 But wait the interposing gloom,
      And lo! stern winter flies;
      And, dress’d in beauty’s fairest bloom,
      The flow’ry tribes arise.

      4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
      When what we now deplore
      Shall rise in full immortal prime
      And bloom to fade no more.

      5 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
      Religion points on high:
      There everlasting spring appears,
      And joys that cannot die.