Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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A Reflection on Life.
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A Reflection on Life.
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Why, mortals, spend this spark of time
In life's vague fleeting joys?
When long eternity, sublime,
Awaits their frantic choice.
Relentless fate stands, ready nigh,
To seal the doom of all;
Nor ardent prayer, nor throbbing sigh,
Can e'er postpone his call.
In life's vague fleeting joys?
When long eternity, sublime,
Awaits their frantic choice.
Relentless fate stands, ready nigh,
To seal the doom of all;
Nor ardent prayer, nor throbbing sigh,
Can e'er postpone his call.
Time's utmost realm's remotest shore
Is nearing on apace;
We reach the beach, life's gale is o'er,
We feel death's chill embrace.
We launch into the chasm unknown,
Untried, and unexplored,
Where scenes unthought of shall be shown,
Which fame did ne'er record.
Is nearing on apace;
We reach the beach, life's gale is o'er,
We feel death's chill embrace.
We launch into the chasm unknown,
Untried, and unexplored,
Where scenes unthought of shall be shown,
Which fame did ne'er record.
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Each hour of time's more dear than gold,
'Tis what gold cannot buy;
Nor can Golconda's mine unfold
This rich, this precious die!
'Tis what gold cannot buy;
Nor can Golconda's mine unfold
This rich, this precious die!
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