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Poems.
Vicissitudes of life,
But prove their friendship and the good they wrought.
But prove their friendship and the good they wrought.
Fleet are the joys of earth,
E'en like a mirage they elude our grasp;
And men in scenes of mirth,
Encounter oft a deadly, subtle asp.
E'en like a mirage they elude our grasp;
And men in scenes of mirth,
Encounter oft a deadly, subtle asp.
Earth's triumphs e'en are vain,
Like bright-hued bubbles on the wings of rhyme.
"Is life worth living then?"
This query rings through corridors of time.
Like bright-hued bubbles on the wings of rhyme.
"Is life worth living then?"
This query rings through corridors of time.
In sapphire skies above,
An Elysium for the sainted dead;
A home of peace and love—
Is life worth living when this is its meed?
An Elysium for the sainted dead;
A home of peace and love—
Is life worth living when this is its meed?
The seeds in earth are sown.
They die; but spring to life in April's rain;
We, too, must soon go down
To the vile dust, but we shall live again.
They die; but spring to life in April's rain;
We, too, must soon go down
To the vile dust, but we shall live again.
So in life's deepest gloom,
Never despair. Time's a meteor bright.
And lo! beyond the tomb
Terrestrial griefs are changed to pure delight.
Never despair. Time's a meteor bright.
And lo! beyond the tomb
Terrestrial griefs are changed to pure delight.
