little willie.
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'Tis thus, ever thus, earthly hopes must decay—
The fairest of flowers the first fade away,
The friends we love best will the soonest depart,
Though their memory is written with tears on our heart.
The fairest of flowers the first fade away,
The friends we love best will the soonest depart,
Though their memory is written with tears on our heart.
I could weep when I think of those joys that are past,
I could weep when I think that those joys could not last,
But hope sends a vision that's gentle and fair,
And bids me look upward and cease to despair.
I could weep when I think that those joys could not last,
But hope sends a vision that's gentle and fair,
And bids me look upward and cease to despair.
It speaks of that radiant city above,
Where friends dwell forever in concord and love;
No sickness, no sighing, no tears dim the eye,
In our Father's blest mansions prepared up on high.
Where friends dwell forever in concord and love;
No sickness, no sighing, no tears dim the eye,
In our Father's blest mansions prepared up on high.
