Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Oh! How the Years (continued)

   

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   But let me ask why moralize
   In every wish or every aim?
   But what's a life if shames its plan?
   What fate awaits on mortal fame?
   His fate who lists to syren dame.

   Look thou along the beaten path
   Where blinden hearts have gone before,
   View men and paths, results and hearts -
   See "self" blazed on the pennants o'er?
   See how they life "Excelsior."

   How void is man of all that's blest
   If he should scoff his fellow man,
   Nor try to cheer those sadden'd sould
   Entrapped within misfortune's ban -
   That awful, huge, and luckless van.

   If look we o'er life's broad'ning fields
   What sadness o'er the prospect glooms,
   And all or nigh by self imposed -
   Deception base there blazing looms -
   Sad hearts, hot tears, untimely tombs.

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   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John J. Walsh