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Slipping away-slipping away! / Out of our brief year slips the May; / And Winter lingers, and Summer flies; / And Sorrow abideth, and Pleasure dies; / And the days are short, and the nights are long; / And little is right, and much is wrong.
Slipping away is the Summer time; / It has lost its rhythm and lilting rhyme- / For the grace goes out of the day so soon, / And the tired head aches in the glare of noon, / And the way seems long to the hills that lie / Under the calm of the western sky.
Slipping away are the friends whose worth / Lent a glow to the sad old earth: / One by one they slip from our sight; / One by one their graves gleam white; / Or we count them lost by the crueller death / Of a trust betrayed, or a murdered faith.
Slipping away are the hopes that made / Bliss out of sorrow, and sun out of shade, / Slipping away is our hold on life; / And out of the struggle and wearing strife, / From joys that diminish, and woes that increase, / We are slipping away to the shores of Peace.