tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600496156303318300.post378752682462062930..comments2022-11-12T06:04:41.976-08:00Comments on PIRATE GIRL: FOLLOW...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600496156303318300.post-40162898203515323922007-12-19T08:17:00.000-08:002007-12-19T08:17:00.000-08:00The River of LifeThe more we live, more brief appe...The River of Life<BR/>The more we live, more brief appear<BR/> Our life's succeeding stages;<BR/>A day to childhood seems a year,<BR/> And years like passing ages.<BR/><BR/>The gladsome current of our youth,<BR/> Ere passion yet disorders,<BR/>Steals lingering like a river smooth<BR/> Along its grassy borders.<BR/><BR/>But as the careworn cheek grows wan,<BR/> And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,<BR/>Ye stars, that measure life to man,<BR/> Why seem your courses quicker?<BR/><BR/>When joys have lost their bloom and breath,<BR/> And life itself is vapid,<BR/>Why, as we reach the Falls of Death<BR/> Feel we its tide more rapid?<BR/><BR/>It may be strange - yet who would change<BR/> Time's course to slower speeding,<BR/>When one by one our friends have gone,<BR/> And left our bosoms bleeding?<BR/><BR/>Heaven gives our years of fading strength<BR/> Indemnifying fleetness;<BR/>And those of youth, a seeming length,<BR/> Proportion'd to their sweetness. <BR/>by Thomas CampbellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com