THE THREE AGES OF HUMAN LIFE.
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Cheerless and sad thou seemest now;
Thy withered cheek and thy wrinkled brow
Unlovely are and dark.
Thy withered cheek and thy wrinkled brow
Unlovely are and dark.
Life, thou art ever changing, still
Fleeting from goal to goal,
With the stealthy pace of a trickling rill,
For eternity's boundless sea to fill
Thy fair, but fragile, bowl.
Fleeting from goal to goal,
With the stealthy pace of a trickling rill,
For eternity's boundless sea to fill
Thy fair, but fragile, bowl.
