Thoughts of You
Life's Vicissitudes
Life's Vicissitudes
In some far recess of the heart Fond Contemplation holds apart,Ambition moves as though it were A dream ship of the heart's desire;And through the tempest of our moods, The ship brings life's vicissitudes.The cargo is each homely trait Of love and scorn and trust and hate,The noble always with the base; Yet we can sense no equal grace,We ever are too blind to see Our promised immortality.
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