Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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VIII. A WORM IN THE SUNSHINE.
Poor fellow-mortal! creeping
Over the dewy grass,
I see thee in the sunshine
And spare thee as I pass,—
I arrogate above thee
No mastery of man,
I have no right to harm thee,
And will not, if I can.
Over the dewy grass,
I see thee in the sunshine
And spare thee as I pass,—
I arrogate above thee
No mastery of man,
I have no right to harm thee,
And will not, if I can.
Thou livest, Fate permitting,
Thy short predestined hour,
What more do mighty monarchs
In plenitude of power?
They work their good or evil,
They run the race allowed,
Then pass away, unsceptred,
Into the common crowd!
Thy short predestined hour,
What more do mighty monarchs
In plenitude of power?
They work their good or evil,
They run the race allowed,
Then pass away, unsceptred,
Into the common crowd!
Perchance some hungry starling,
In eager morning flight,
May seize thee for its breakfast,
Making its Might its Right.
Perchance, at Time appointed,
Ruin, with fiery breath,
May grip me in its clutches,
Less merciful than Death!
In eager morning flight,
May seize thee for its breakfast,
Making its Might its Right.
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Ruin, with fiery breath,
May grip me in its clutches,
Less merciful than Death!
Yet, comrade, small and humble,
Until the end arrive,
We share the same sad secret
That shadows all alive.
We are;—but why we know not;
And neither thou nor I
Can solve the eternal riddle;—
There's sunshine in the sky!
Until the end arrive,
We share the same sad secret
That shadows all alive.
We are;—but why we know not;
And neither thou nor I
Can solve the eternal riddle;—
There's sunshine in the sky!
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