in such cool peace that even thy lyre awakes
Hardly a soul that tenderer music makes.
Yet we arise and listen for our own sweet sakes.
THE LIVING CREATURES OF THE EARTH
The heavy hand is held,
And the whips leave weary blows.
The mysteries of eld |
Are cancelled and expelled,
And the miserable throes.
All we are shapen fair
In many forms of grace,
But change is everywhere,
And time is all our share
And all the ways of space.
One lives an hour of day ;
One even man’s life exceeds ;
One loves to chase and slay ;
One loves to sing and play ;
Each soul to his own deeds!
A share of joy is ours,
A double share of grief ;
So sum the many hours
In many hopes and powers,
All powers except the chief.
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