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Show ONE BY ONE. One by one with an eager lip life's many cups we try. Only of poisoned drops to sip, and a thirst at least to die. <br><br> One by one we build on sand, each castle so frail and fair, Only to God they will not stand but dissolved at last in air. <br><br> One by one we chase them far, each illusive [elusive] phantom bright, only to find each guiding star a Will-of-the-wisp in flight. <br><br> One by one, old beautiful dreams, we hug them to our heart. But, like the song of frozen streams, their witcheries all depart. <br><br> One by one each friend we made chameleons proved, of clay; Rambling? Roses swift to fade, their thorns, alas! may not decay. <br><br> One by one our pleasures pail? [pale]?, and break the reeds we trust; one by one our idols fall, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. <br><br> One by one with weary lip, life's failing toasts we try; ??? of gall and wormwood sip, mocked with vinegar, die. -- Mrs. Jennie Jones Cunningham, in Women at Work. |