The Last Day, and Other Poems

The Last Day, and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ...enjoy, Whilst life is at its flood, The fulness of content, For youth, when lost, is like A stranger we behold In vain--whose company We neglect for our own thoughts, Until they grow too morbid For indulgence longer, Then do we turn to thee, O youth-the stranger past--Whom we before endured not For joys we ne: er can know. How strange that some should turn Youth's holidays to toil; Whilst others, not less bless'd, Toil to make holidays, And thus creep on to age Till fate laughs at them all. Then let me linger here, Sweet love; the day is young, And thou art lonely-much Too lonely for the heart, Whose streams of passion glide Into a calm too fixed, And there is no charm for me In that deep, breathless sea Of human life, which chills Our passions into ice. Thou, like me, hast suffered; Faults that bind me to thee, As we both are human With the strength of sorrow, Seem not so to either But as bonds of sweetness Linking us together. Thou that hast no high looks, Yet soarest to heaven On thought's wild sweeping wing, Smilest upon me still, Where earth my senses bind, And tears of sorrow trace The wrinkles down my cheek; Thou whose reason blames not What better feelings prompt Wilt not forsake or hide Thy sympathy from me? What though I'm poor, and thou Art rich, thou wilt not shun Or mark the time for speech? For we are of one mould, And God our only author Is, and heaven our hope. What is the praise of man, The lisping of a name, The tickling of time's ears With sounds of vanity? When all shall perish--All! Ages may roll away, And bear with them our thoughts, Our griefs, our joys, our hopes, Grown sacred with the spell That time around them weaves And yet in the beyond Still looms the shadow vast, The everlasting truth Concealed and yet...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 73g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236910362
  • 9781236910363