  Our life is Lent:— Our years are spent In penance for the past; Our songs are sighs; Our brightest skies With clouds are overcast. Our life is Lent:— The old lament— “All, all is vanity;” And Youth, in tears, Awaits with fears The morrow’s mystery. Our life is Lent:— Lord, we repent Each folly, fault, and fall; Our best resolve Do thou absolve,— Forgive, forget it all. Our hearts are rent, As we Thy gifts recount, And mark again, With bitter pain, “The pattern in the mount.” Our life is Lent:— Our strength is spent; O holy Judge, and just, Receive our prayer,— Poor sinners spare; Remember we are dust. Our life is Lent:— But Jesus went This way; in Him confide;— 'Twill soon be past; Then, for thy fast, Eternal Eastertide!
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