1 How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,
Have all lost their sweetness with me.
The mid-summer sun shines but dim;
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
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First Line: | How tedious and tasteless the hours |
Title: | De Fleury |
Publication Date: | 1874 |