A Poet's Harvest Home Being One Hundred Short Poems: By William Bell Scott ... With an Aftermath of Twenty Short Poems |
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THE TWO SIDES.
Life is a fardel filled with care—
Life is beautiful everywhere—
Life is, alas, a compromise—
Life is boundless like the skies—
Life goes with music to each part—
All minor notes that wound the heart—
At life's feast Hebe's self appears—
Life is God's chalice filled with tears.
Life is beautiful everywhere—
Life is, alas, a compromise—
Life is boundless like the skies—
Life goes with music to each part—
All minor notes that wound the heart—
At life's feast Hebe's self appears—
Life is God's chalice filled with tears.
Yes, yes, ye both are right, pardie!
It well may be,
The gorgeous gold of sunset's glare
Is mid-day grey and cold elsewhere.
It well may be,
The gorgeous gold of sunset's glare
Is mid-day grey and cold elsewhere.
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