Poems by Bernard Barton | ||
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AN ASPIRATION.
“Nor do I name of Men the common rout,
“That wandering loose about,
“Grow up and perish, as the summer fly,
“Heads without name—no more remember'd.”
Milton.
“That wandering loose about,
“Grow up and perish, as the summer fly,
“Heads without name—no more remember'd.”
Milton.
O let me not, when death shall end
The turmoil of life's transient day,
Thus to the silent grave descend:—
And unremember'd pass away!
The turmoil of life's transient day,
Thus to the silent grave descend:—
And unremember'd pass away!
To me that life alone has worth,
Which, from the virtuous, and the wise,
Wins no ignoble name on earth;
And gains a new one in the skies!
Which, from the virtuous, and the wise,
Wins no ignoble name on earth;
And gains a new one in the skies!
Poems by Bernard Barton | ||