The sword, the banner, and the field, Awake! (not Greece-she is awake!) Tread those reviving passions down, If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? Seek out-less often sought than found— Lord Byron. LIFE AND DEATH. LIFE! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or where, or how we met I own to me's a secret yet. Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ;- Choose thine own time; Say not Good-night,-but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning. A. L. Barbauld. |