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1 Is the light of beauty waning?
Shed no tear of vain regret;
Do not grieve tho' youth has faded,
And the morning star has set.
Chorus:
Strike thy tent and urge thy way,
To thy house not made with hands,
To the realms of endless day;
To the happy angel bands.
2 Is the weight of care and sorrow
Pressing down thy weary heart?
Early hopes and kindred pleasures,
Do they one by one depart?
3 Is thy footstep, once so buoyant,
Growing faint and feeble now?
Has the chilly frost of winter
Left its traces on thy brow?
4 Summer flow'rs may los their fragrance,
Autumn's withered leaves may fall,
In the brighter land before thee,
Thou will tank thy God for all.
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