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Again he wavered tow'rds me,
For pity swayed his soul,
And that approach of his gave force to me,
And I arose with strength for pleading:
“Heed her not, O Cuhoolin, husband mine;
Delusive is the bliss she offers thee,
Bliss that will to torment turn,
Like one bright colour for ever before thine eyes,
Since of mortal race thou art.
Man is the shadow of a changing world;
As the image of a tree,
By the breeze swayed to and fro,
On the grass, so changeth he;
Night and day are in his breast;
Winter and summer, all the change
Of light and darkness and the season's marching;—
Flowers that bud and fade,
Tides that rise and fall.
Even with the waxing and the waning moon
His being beats in tune;
The air that is his life
Inhales he with alternate heaving breath;
Joyous to him is effort, sweet is rest;
Life he hath and death.
For pity swayed his soul,
And that approach of his gave force to me,
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“Heed her not, O Cuhoolin, husband mine;
Delusive is the bliss she offers thee,
Bliss that will to torment turn,
Like one bright colour for ever before thine eyes,
Since of mortal race thou art.
Man is the shadow of a changing world;
As the image of a tree,
By the breeze swayed to and fro,
On the grass, so changeth he;
Night and day are in his breast;
Winter and summer, all the change
Of light and darkness and the season's marching;—
Flowers that bud and fade,
Tides that rise and fall.
Even with the waxing and the waning moon
His being beats in tune;
The air that is his life
Inhales he with alternate heaving breath;
Joyous to him is effort, sweet is rest;
Life he hath and death.
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