 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
THE PHILOSOPHY OF OUR FEELINGS.
'Tis strange that what seems grief to-day
Should seem like joy to-morrow,
That present bliss should pass away
And seem, in future, sorrow.
Should seem like joy to-morrow,
That present bliss should pass away
And seem, in future, sorrow.
Yet in the web of life we find,
While its vague threads we measure,
The pattern of our mood of mind
Traced out in pain or pleasure.
While its vague threads we measure,
The pattern of our mood of mind
Traced out in pain or pleasure.
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