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Yet, yet repine not though stern fate
Have nipt thy leaves of varying hue,
Since all that's lovely soon or late
Shall sickening fade, and die like you.
The fire of youth, the frost of age,
Nor wisdom's voice, nor beauty's bloom,
Th' insatiate tyrant can assuage
Or stop the hand that seal'd your doom.
Have nipt thy leaves of varying hue,
Since all that's lovely soon or late
Shall sickening fade, and die like you.
The fire of youth, the frost of age,
Nor wisdom's voice, nor beauty's bloom,
Th' insatiate tyrant can assuage
Or stop the hand that seal'd your doom.
The shaken tree grows faster at the root;
And love grows firmer, for some blasts of doubt I
And love grows firmer, for some blasts of doubt I
Variety's the very spirit of life
That gives it all its flavour.
Cowper.
That gives it all its flavour.
Cowper.
——— Children we are all,
Of one great father; in whatever clime
Nature or chance hath cast the seeds of life,
All tongues, all colours; neither after death
Shall we be sorted into languages
And tints, .... white, black, and tawny, Greek and Goth,
Northmen and offspring of hot Africa;
The all father he in whom we live and move,
He the indifferent judge of all, regards
Of one great father; in whatever clime
Nature or chance hath cast the seeds of life,
All tongues, all colours; neither after death
Shall we be sorted into languages
And tints, .... white, black, and tawny, Greek and Goth,
Northmen and offspring of hot Africa;
The all father he in whom we live and move,
He the indifferent judge of all, regards
