  We behold the bright joys of another day’s dawn, As time swiftly flies “like a bird on the wing;” Let’s improve every moment, now, ere it has gone, For no one can tell what the next one may bring. Our hopes of the future we never may see; Our days that are past we can never redeem; But to-day every heart, love and joy may impart, Which surpasses the sun’s most radiant beam. |
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