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grow green to fall, Flowers grow fair to fade, Fruits grow ripe to rot— All but for passing made.

So our hopes decline, So joys pass away, So do feelings turn To darkness and decay.

Yet some leaves never change, Some scenes outlive their bloom, Some fruits delight for years, Mid all this death and doom.

So are there some sweet hopes That linger to the last— Affections that will smile Even when all else is past.

Only to patient search Blessings like these are given— When the heart has turn'd from earth, And sought for them in heaven. L. E. L.