![]() Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound. |
![]() The thronging years in glory rise. And, as they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. |
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![]() But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. |
![]() To Nature's teachings. |
![]() Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. |
![]() Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race? |
![]() The mild, the fierce, the stony face; Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and some Where secret tears have left their trace. |
![]() The disembodied spirits of the dead, When all of thee that time could wither sleeps And perishes among the dust we tread? |
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![]() The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . . |
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![]() When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground? |
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