Songs of A Wayfarer By William Davies |
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 | Songs of A Wayfarer |  |
CLXXVII. THE DEGENERACY OF THE TIMES.
Custom and fashion so have crippled us,That now we stumble in the good old way
Where honour once, and truest virtue lay;
By love of wealth, and fame, and evil use
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Her gentle port and costume: cold decay
Freezes the faith that once could think and pray
In humble trust: contentment doth refuse
The homely path: no memory survives
Of that sweet Life and grand, without a flaw,
In which all wisdom, love and courage blend:
Ignoble aims environ us: our lives
No more, attuned to th' everlasting law,
Move in majestic march to glorious end.
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