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All nature dies, and lives again;
The flowers that paint the field,
The trees that crown the mountain’s brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield.
Resign the honours of their form
At winter’s stormy blast,
And leave the naked, leafless plain
A desolated waste.
Yet soon reviving plants and flowers
Anew shall deck the plain;
The woods. shall hear the voice of spring,
And flourish green again.
So, to the dreary grave consigned,
Man sleeps in death’s dark gloom,
Until th’eternal morning wake
The slumbers of the tomb.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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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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Year
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| 2005 | # 441 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ELIZABETHTOWN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 392 | Eb | | # 799 | Eb |
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