 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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What we all feel.
Ah! Life,—so purposeless yet steep'd in self,
I do confess thee, yea I do condemn thee,
So pack'd with pleasure, or so plann'd for pelf,
I do denounce thee, yea I do contemn thee.
I do confess thee, yea I do condemn thee,
So pack'd with pleasure, or so plann'd for pelf,
I do denounce thee, yea I do contemn thee.
Ah! Life,—so changeful, yet so dull and tame,
I dread and doubt thee, while I must despise thee,
So lotteried, and still so blank the same,
I wait and hope, despairing while I prize thee.
I dread and doubt thee, while I must despise thee,
So lotteried, and still so blank the same,
I wait and hope, despairing while I prize thee.
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Ah! Life,—be better; yet thou hast no crime
Thus to abjure, for still thy will is worthy;
Only thou weepest for the flight of time,
And that thou art too useless and too earthy.
Thus to abjure, for still thy will is worthy;
Only thou weepest for the flight of time,
And that thou art too useless and too earthy.
Ah! Life,—enduringly I watch and wait;
Winter is patient, till the day be lengthen'd,
And well-ripe fruit, delay'd but not too late,
Comes of a root by frosty sorrow strengthen'd.
Winter is patient, till the day be lengthen'd,
And well-ripe fruit, delay'd but not too late,
Comes of a root by frosty sorrow strengthen'd.
Yes, Life! in hope for ever luring on
I fight my way and strive for better things,
Assured at last to find thy Battle won,
And Victory fanning me with purple wings.
I fight my way and strive for better things,
Assured at last to find thy Battle won,
And Victory fanning me with purple wings.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |