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...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Can- and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into...noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the hough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; Age, that bough, with snows encumbered. Gather,...

...hath quicksands — life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tone, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumber'd Birds and blossoms many-number'd — Age, that bough with snows encumber'd. Gather then,...

...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Lite hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into...blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with snow encumbered. Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that...

...stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. HW LONGFELLOW. 8. Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. HW LONGFELLOW. 9. Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career, Dark, stern, and pitiless, and pauses...

...— life hath snares: Care and ago come unawares ! Liko the swell of some sweet tune, Morn is risen into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumbered Buds and blossoms many-numbered : Age, that bough with snows encumbered. Gather, then, each flower...

...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into...many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with snows encumbered. 75 Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through...