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Theodore Tilton. (1835–1907) (continued)

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    But I account it worth
  All pangs of fair hopes crost—
  All loves and honors lost,—
  To gain the heavens, at cost
Of losing earth.

Sir Marmaduke’s Musings.

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    So, lest I be inclined
  To render ill for ill,—
  Henceforth in me instil,
  O God, a sweet good-will
To all mankind.

Sir Marmaduke’s Musings.

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“What is wealth?” the king would say,
“Even this shall pass away.”

All Things shall pass away.

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“Pleasure comes, but not to stay;
Even this shall pass away.”

All Things shall pass away.

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“Pain is hard to bear,” he cried,
“But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away.”

All Things shall pass away.

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“What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay—
Even this shall pass away.”

All Things shall pass away.

Louise Chandler Moulton.

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    Bend low, O dusky Night,
  And give my spirit rest,
  Hold me to your deep breast,
And put old cares to flight.
Give back the lost delight
  That once my soul possest,
  When Love was loveliest.

To-night.

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