THE ANCIENT SAGE.
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For all that laugh, and all that weep
And all that breathe are one
Slight ripple on the boundless deep
That moves, and all is gone."
And all that breathe are one
Slight ripple on the boundless deep
That moves, and all is gone."
But that one ripple on the boundless deep
Feels that the deep is boundless, and itself
For ever changing form, but evermore
One with the boundless motion of the deep.
Feels that the deep is boundless, and itself
For ever changing form, but evermore
One with the boundless motion of the deep.
"Yet wine and laughter friends! and set
The lamps alight, and call
For golden music, and forget
The darkness of the pall."
The lamps alight, and call
For golden music, and forget
The darkness of the pall."
If utter darkness closed the day, my son———
But earth's dark forehead flings athwart the heavens
Her shadow crown'd with stars—and yonder—out
But earth's dark forehead flings athwart the heavens
Her shadow crown'd with stars—and yonder—out
