This day, it will not come again;
Life's door to close on, worthy!
Smiled clearest upon, from the dawn
In all its natural beauty.
Only eternal counterfeits, aye!
O'er its rock, shoulder cascade.
Sunned of a love, nothing more, right!
Heavenliness, Heaven-made!
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