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Een dag is let leven . Our life is a day-dream , A dream , and no more ; We laugh , sport , dance , play , dream ; A Midsummer's day-dream , With sunset 'tis o ' er :
The dawn of the morrow Brings sadness and sorrow , And mantles the eye ; The flying , The dying ,
The idle relying On days that flit by ; And vain is the trying To stop them ;—they haste
Like winds o ' er the waste ; Their bright hours Are night hours , Soon scattered about : And dark is the clouding , Life ' s solitude shrouding , Till storms thunder out .
The pilgrim o ' ertaken By darkness and snows , Looks round as he goes ; Hope ' s dreams long mistaken , Youth ' s gaieties fled , And sorrows awaken
The clouds o ' er his head . The rush and the riot Soon settle and cease , And evening brings peace . In the twilight's calm quiet , The sun shrinks from sight , Some marvellous fiat
Has quench'd all his light—And 'tis night ! The pilgrim , arisen , Then ponders on youth , And virtue , and truth . His heaven-guided vision Earth cannot imprison , While memories soothe
Of pleasures elysian . So onward he creeps In silence and meekness ; And soon doth his hand Dig a grave in the sand , And , sinking in weakness , He sleeps .
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FROM THE DUTCH OF WITHUYS .