. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . 124. PASSION. As when the wildfire sweeps oer prairie wide,Devours the nettle choking up the way, Breathes on the lily nodding there in prideAnd turns its plume to darkness and decay : So oer the soul the flame of passion the hideous and alike the fair,— Alike the rankest weed, the rarest rose,—And leaves alone a waste of ashes there. 125 WHY FRUITLESSLY MOURN WE? Why fruitlessly mourn we—why chafe with our chain ? Know we not link by link every chain will decay ?Why weep we in sorrow, why shrink we in pain ? These things pass away. Why thus
. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . 124. PASSION. As when the wildfire sweeps oer prairie wide,Devours the nettle choking up the way, Breathes on the lily nodding there in prideAnd turns its plume to darkness and decay : So oer the soul the flame of passion the hideous and alike the fair,— Alike the rankest weed, the rarest rose,—And leaves alone a waste of ashes there. 125 WHY FRUITLESSLY MOURN WE? Why fruitlessly mourn we—why chafe with our chain ? Know we not link by link every chain will decay ?Why weep we in sorrow, why shrink we in pain ? These things pass away. Why thus do the noblest created despair ? The ill as the good hath its go as its stay ;For the good and the ill and the foul and the fair Shall all pass away. And the hope and the fear and the care and the toilAre but threads woven into the mantle of clay, And alike being Time and Oblivions spoilShall all pass away. 126 BRING A FITTING SHROUD! Bring a fitting shroud for the moments fled— The moments of music and mirth which were mine : Ah,
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