1 Why, why repine, my pensive friend, At pleasures slipped away? Some will the stern fates never lend, And all refuse to stay.
2 I see the rainbow in the sky, The dew upon the grass, I see them, and I ask not why They glimmer or they pass.
3 With folded arms I linger not To call them back; ’twere vain; In this, or in some other spot, I know they’ll shine again.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8806
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