And Other Poems.
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But we heed not the storm, for our home is warm,
And the friends we prize most are near,
They’re entwined round our heart: Ah! why must we part
From the dear ones we value most dear?
And the friends we prize most are near,
They’re entwined round our heart: Ah! why must we part
From the dear ones we value most dear?
But they’re gone, ay, gone before us,
Down life’s river to death’s shore. Thus
We must go, and o’er us
The sad winds! the sad winds!
Will chant wild songs for ages,
When savage winter rages,
“Death is all mortals’ wages,”
Sing the winds, sing the winds.
Ah! where’s the great man’s glory,
The brave, the wise, the hoary,
Go, listen to their story
From the winds, from the winds.
Oh, a lesson we can learn from those winds.
Down life’s river to death’s shore. Thus
We must go, and o’er us
The sad winds! the sad winds!
Will chant wild songs for ages,
When savage winter rages,
“Death is all mortals’ wages,”
Sing the winds, sing the winds.
Ah! where’s the great man’s glory,
The brave, the wise, the hoary,
Go, listen to their story
From the winds, from the winds.
Oh, a lesson we can learn from those winds.
