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My life has been a summer day complete, / Teeming with pleasures, tender, pure, and sweet. / But tiny clouds have ever dimmed the sky, / And they have quickly passed, and floated by.
Oh, seldom in this thorny world of ours, / Is mortal's pathway so bestrewn with flowers. / Fragrant and fair, they ever blow and bloom, / Untouched by chilling frosts, and wintry gloom. / And I thank God, for all his tenderness, / And from my very soul adore, and bless / Him who has cast my lines in pleasant ways, / And crowned with joy and happiness my days.