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All things that pass / Are woman's looking-glass; / They show her how her bloom must fade, / And she herself be laid / With withered roses in the shade; / With withered roses and the fallen peach, / Unlovely, out of reach / Of summer joy that was.
All things that pass / Are woman's tiring-glass; / The faded lavender is sweet, / Sweet the dead violet / Culled and laid by and cared for yet; / The dried-up violets and dried lavender / Still sweet, may comfort her, / Nor need she cry Alas!
All things that pass / Are wisdom's looking-glass; / Being full of hope and fear, and still / Brimful of good or ill, / According to our work and will; / For there is nothing new beneath the sun; / Our doings have been done, / And that which shall be was.