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The bud will soon become a flower,
The flower become a seed;
Then seize, O youth, the present hour,—
Of that thou hast most need.
Do thy best always,—do it now,—
For in the present time,
As in the furrows of a plough,
Fall seeds of good or crime.
The sun and rain will ripen fast
Each seed that thou hast sown;
And every act and word at last
By its own fruit be known.
And soon the harvest of thy toil
Rejoicing thou shalt reap;
Or o’er thy wild, neglected soil
Go forth in shame to weep.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Name:
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ST. BERNARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1741
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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