 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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Eheu! fugaces.
The flying years! the flying years!
How rapidly they wing away,—
With all their covey'd hopes and fears
A mingled flock of grave and gay!
How rapidly they wing away,—
With all their covey'd hopes and fears
A mingled flock of grave and gay!
Look on the Past,—a dream, a dream
Of saddening thoughts and cloudy things;
Look at the Future,—does it seem
Less than a Fate with folded wings?
Of saddening thoughts and cloudy things;
Look at the Future,—does it seem
Less than a Fate with folded wings?
Look to the Present,—this indeed
Is worth our all of cost and care,
And daily bread for daily need
Is Wisdom's solitary pray'r.
Is worth our all of cost and care,
And daily bread for daily need
Is Wisdom's solitary pray'r.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |