 | The Lay of the Stork |  |
The hopes my eager childhood caught,
The truths those gentle fathers taught,
Are they then vain when glory calls,
Or linger but in convent walls?
Are love and peace but fables all,
And must men strive like beasts of prey,
But fall to rise and rise to fall,
Struggling and wrestling day by day,
The end for ever farther thrown,
And the world's good—a cloud alone!
The truths those gentle fathers taught,
Are they then vain when glory calls,
Or linger but in convent walls?
Are love and peace but fables all,
And must men strive like beasts of prey,
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Struggling and wrestling day by day,
The end for ever farther thrown,
And the world's good—a cloud alone!
| The Lay of the Stork | |