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Show THE PERPETUAL QUESTION. (From the French of Du Bellay (155.) If this one little life is but a day In the eternal; if the years in vain Toil after hours that never come again If everything that hath been must decav. Why dreatneet thou of joys t'hat Dass away. My soul, that my sad body doth restrain? re-strain? Why of the moment's pleasure art thou fain? Nay, thou hast wings nay, seek another stay. There is the joy whereto each soul aspires; as-pires; And there the rest that all the world de-tires, de-tires, And t'here is love and peace and gracious gra-cious mirth ' And there in the most highest heavens I shall thou B-Jh'old the very beauty, whereof now j Thou worshijest the shadow upon earth. |