Poems (Stephens)/Unsatisfied
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UNSATISFIED.
We ever long for things beyond,
And most for that which farthest lies,
As if the meaner gifts were ours,
And all withheld that we could prize.
And most for that which farthest lies,
As if the meaner gifts were ours,
And all withheld that we could prize.
We search for gold with greedy pains,
And when 'tis found we fear its loss,
And fret and wear our lives away
To win and hoard the shining dross.
And when 'tis found we fear its loss,
And fret and wear our lives away
To win and hoard the shining dross.
We seek for fame—the noisy breath
Of flattering crowds we pine to hear;
Where'er 'tis won, each word of praise
Was dearly bought with sigh and tear.
Of flattering crowds we pine to hear;
Where'er 'tis won, each word of praise
Was dearly bought with sigh and tear.
And much is envied beauty's dower,
Though frail as is the thistle down,
It dazzles only tor an hour,
And flies if sorrow do but frown.
Though frail as is the thistle down,
It dazzles only tor an hour,
And flies if sorrow do but frown.
But friends, and health, and faithful love,
These are of life the nobler part;
Oh, fling your baubles all aside,
And prize the joys that reach the heart.
These are of life the nobler part;
Oh, fling your baubles all aside,
And prize the joys that reach the heart.