Poetry. The River of Life.
Thomvs Campell. The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages. The gladsome current of our youth, Ere passion yet disorders, Steals lingering like a river (smooth Along its prissy borders. But 88 the careworn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's Bhafts fly thicker, Ya stars, that measure hfe to man, Why seemo you? courses quicker? When joys have lost their bloom and breath, And life itself is varnd, Why, as we near the Falls of Death, Feel we its tide more rapid ? It may be strange, yet who would ohange Time's course to slower speeding, When one by one our friends are gone And left our bosoms bleeding ' Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness ; And those of youth a seeming length Proportioned to their sweetness.
— The Hawkeye.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1994, 18 April 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)
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149Poetry. The River of Life. Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1994, 18 April 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)
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