Copyright © 2001 by Paul Howarth
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Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
Shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, in air whose odours wave,
Whose hues delight the gazer's eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
Is ever in its grave,
Thou too must die.

Sweet spring of days and roses made,
Whose claims for love and beauty vie,
Thy days depart, thy roses fade,
And all must die.

Only a pure and loving soul
Hath hues and sweets that never fly,
While flow'rs decay and seasons roll,
It cannot die!
It cannot die!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Sweet Day So Cool
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