THE SOXG OF THE ELOWEllS. 



For His unboiuided love wc shew, 

 Who moulds our form and bids us grow 

 In varied scene and varied clime, 

 And all to blossom in their time. — 



Yet once again, we come to teach 

 With the fast-fading bloom of each 

 The solemn truth of life's decay, — 

 That man, as we, must pass away. 



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Then listen, listen to the tale 

 Of every jewell'd hill and dale, 

 And learn to fear, and leam to love. 

 And leam to bless the God above. 



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