a poem by Paul Hamilton Hayne

a comment from Cube inspired me to post this:


Art thou in misery, brother?
Then I pray be comforted.

thy grief shall pass away.
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Art thou elated?
Ah, be not too gay;
Temper thy joy:

this, too, shall pass away.
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Art thou in danger?
Still let reason sway,
And cling to hope:

this, too, shall pass away.
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Tempted art thou?
In all thine anguish lay
One truth to heart:

this, too, shall pass away.
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Do rays of loftier glory round thee play?
Kinglike art thou?

this, too, shall pass away!
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Whate'er thou art,
wher'er thy footsteps stray,


Heed these wise words:


This, too, shall pass away.
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