Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1879-09-07

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Twill be all the same insa hundred years |
What a spell word to c6njure. up smiles
~ and tears ssc---.-Ssl.zssg
Oh, how oft do I muse mid the thoughtlesN
On the naTvellous truth that these words
And can it be so2 Must the valiant and
Have their tenure of life son this frail de-
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Are the trophies they've reared and the
4 elories they We won, az
Only castles of frostwerk, confronting the
And II must all that's as joyous and brilliant
As midsummer dream be As perishing
too?
Then have pity. ye proud ones-be gentle,
be great
o remember how mercy beseemeth your
For the rust that consumeth the sword of
.. the brave -s-a.x.
Is eating th chain of the nnanacled slave
And the eonqueror's frowns and his VIC
Tins tears
Will be all the same in hundred years |!
IT'LL be all the same in hundred yearsl
What a epell- word to conjure up smi les
and tears
How dark are your fortunes, ye sons of the
soil,
Whose heirloom is sorrow, whose brit
II right is toll! 1920
Yet envy not those who have glory worth
gold, -
By the sweat of the poor and the blood OF
the beld; ~
For Ills coming, hewe'er they may faunt
in their nrida
The day when they'll moulder TO dust by
your side.
Death nniteth the children of toll and OF
sloth, ~
And the democrat reptiles carouse upon
both; a& 4
For Time as he speeds on his viewless
Disenamels and withers ali earthly things
And the. knights white plume, and the
And the minstrei's pipe, and the scholars
| book,
And the emperor's crown. and his Cos
= sacks spears
Will be just alik in q hundred years &
Twill be ell the same in hundred years
Y most magical fountain of smiles and
tearsi -ee... :
To think shatour hopes, like the flowers Of
Which we love so much, should be lost SO
Then what meaneth the chase after phan-
tom joys2 a
Or the breaking of human hearts for toys I?
Or, the veterans pride in his crafty
schemes21 Es-- ~ss-sesE
Or tthe passion Of youth for it's darling
dreams"2 .-.-.--.-.E.
Or the aiming at ends that we never can
span? FaTsrn4 -. ...s--...- &
Or the deadly aversion of man for man2
What avsileth it all?- o, ye sages, say,
Or the miser's joy in his brilliant clay2
Or the lovers zeal for his matchless
prize
The enchanting maid with the starry ey es ?
Or the feyerish conflict of hopes and
{ fears, s8s-4#A - a. 4ss@ g
II tits all the same in q hundred years2
Alb it's not the same in hundred years,
How clear soever the case appears;
For know ye not that beyon1 the grave,
Far, far beyond, where the cedars wave
On the Syrian Mountains, or where the
-- stars ------------
Come glttering forth in their golden cars.
There bloometh a land of perennial bliss,
Where we smile to think of the-tears in
And the pilgrim reaching that radiant
Has the thought of death in his heart no
more,
But lay eth his staff and sandals down
For the victor's palm and the monarch's
crown.
And the mother meets in that tranquil
sphere
The delightful child she has wept for here;
Aud the warriors sword that protects the
right
Is bejewelled with stars of undying light;
A md we quaff Of the same immortal cup
While the orphan smiles and the slave
"a jocks upl ~
So be glad, my heart, and forget thy fears,
For It's not the same in hundred years