 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
THIS LIFE IS NOT THE VALE OF WO.
This life is not the vale of wo
Which stoics paint in declamation,
For countless blossoms round us glow
Which breathe the sweetest exhalation.
Then let 's enjoy our sunny hours,
Nor mourn anticipated gloom,
'T is folly to neglect the flowers,
Because they may not always bloom.
Which stoics paint in declamation,
For countless blossoms round us glow
Which breathe the sweetest exhalation.
Then let 's enjoy our sunny hours,
Nor mourn anticipated gloom,
'T is folly to neglect the flowers,
Because they may not always bloom.
Let fools for rank and honor seek,
I envy not their elevation;
Ambition's path is wild and bleak,
Content is in an humbler station.
May sweet content, dear girl, be thine,
Health, friendship, and a faithful lover,
And never let the dove repine,
Because the eagle soars above her.
I envy not their elevation;
Ambition's path is wild and bleak,
Content is in an humbler station.
May sweet content, dear girl, be thine,
Health, friendship, and a faithful lover,
And never let the dove repine,
Because the eagle soars above her.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |