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Oh, linger still, pale flower ; 



Oil, linger on awhile, 

 The dreary winter hours 



To lighten and beguile. 



Alas ! thy days are number' d, 

 Thou too must droop and die,- 



Like all fair Eden's treasures, 

 In vain for thee we sigh. 



Yet magnify we ever 



That mercy which hath given 

 So many joys and blessings 



Our cup of woe to leaven : 



"Not weep, but learn the lesson 

 Thy little life doth show, — 



For we, like thee, must perish, 

 Like thee corruption know. 



And may our autumn hours 

 Afford some cheering ray 



To gild the hope and promise 

 Of life's departing day. 



