 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
THE OLD MAN'S MOTTO.
“Give me a motto!” said a youth
To one whom years had rendered wise;
“Some pleasant thought, or weighty truth,
That briefest syllables comprise;
Some word of warning or of cheer
To grave upon my signet here.
To one whom years had rendered wise;
“Some pleasant thought, or weighty truth,
That briefest syllables comprise;
Some word of warning or of cheer
To grave upon my signet here.
“And, reverend father,” said the boy,
“Since life, they say, is ever made
A mingled web of grief and joy,
Since cares may come and pleasures fade,—
Pray, let the motto have a range
Of meaning matching every change.”
“Since life, they say, is ever made
A mingled web of grief and joy,
Since cares may come and pleasures fade,—
Pray, let the motto have a range
Of meaning matching every change.”
“Sooth!” said the sire, “methinks you ask
A labor something over-nice,
That well a finer brain might task.
What think you, lad, of this device
(Older than I, though I am gray),
'T is simple,—‘This will pass away’?
A labor something over-nice,
That well a finer brain might task.
What think you, lad, of this device
(Older than I, though I am gray),
'T is simple,—‘This will pass away’?
“When wafted on by Fortune's breeze,
In endless peace thou seem'st to glide,
Prepare betimes for rougher seas,
And check the boast of foolish pride;
Though smiling joy is thine to-day,
Remember, ‘This will pass away!’
In endless peace thou seem'st to glide,
Prepare betimes for rougher seas,
And check the boast of foolish pride;
Though smiling joy is thine to-day,
Remember, ‘This will pass away!’
“When all the sky is draped in black,
And, beaten by tempestuous gales,
Thy shuddering ship seems all a-wrack,
Then trim again thy tattered sails;
To grim Despair be not a prey;
Bethink thee, ‘This will pass away!’
And, beaten by tempestuous gales,
Thy shuddering ship seems all a-wrack,
Then trim again thy tattered sails;
To grim Despair be not a prey;
Bethink thee, ‘This will pass away!’
“Thus, O my son, be not o'er-proud,
Nor yet cast down; judge thou aright;
When skies are clear, expect the cloud;
In darkness, wait the coming light;
Whatever be thy fate to-day,
Remember, ‘This will pass away!’”
Nor yet cast down; judge thou aright;
When skies are clear, expect the cloud;
In darkness, wait the coming light;
Whatever be thy fate to-day,
Remember, ‘This will pass away!’”
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