LIVE WHILE YOU LIVE 



When we seek the bee and ladybird with laugh- 



ter, shout, and song, 

 And think the day for wooing them can never 



be too long. 

 O ! 'tis sweet to love in childhood, and tho' stirred 



by meanest things, 

 The music that the heart yields then will never 



leave its strings. 



'Tis sweet to love in after years the dear one by 



our side; 

 To dote with all the mingled joys of passion, 



hope, and pride; 

 To think the chain around our breast will hold 



still warm and fast; 

 And grieve to know that death must come to 



break the link at last. 

 But when the rainbow span of bliss is waning, 



hue by hue; 

 When eyes forget their kindly beams, and lips 



become less true; 

 When stricken hearts are pining on through 



many a lonely hour, 

 Who would not sigh " 'tis safer far to love the 



bird and flower? " 



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