Compassion
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09.02.2019, 15:49
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Compassion
Compassion
( WRITTEN IN A LEAFLESS BOWER AT HON. MRS. WESTENRA'S, DECEMBER , 1826) Fair as the flower is, it will yet decay; Green as the leaf is, it will yet be sere; Night has a pall to wind the gaudiest day, And Winter wraps in shrouds the loveliest year: For those the gale mourns in loud accents drear, The blooms that gave it sweeter breath are gone; Heaven's glistening eyes with many a silent tear Beweep the nightly burial of the sun; Nature herself the lifeless year deplores, Sad Mother, laying all her children low, From her deep heartspring grief's wild torrent pours, Hill, vale, and desolate woodland speak her woe: Thou too must fade like year — day — leaf — and bloom, Pale moralist! — wilt have like mourners at thy tomb? . |
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