Ode
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Title
Ode
Description
Oh! let the soul its slumbers break,
Arouse its senses and awake,
And the stern footsteps of decay
And while we view the rolling tide,
Down which our flowing minutes glide
And deem each future dream a joy
Let no vain hope deceive the mind,
No happier let us hope to find
Like them, the present shall delight,
Our lives like hasting streams must be,
That into one engulfing sea
O'er king and kingdom, crown and throne,
Alike the river's lordly tide,
Alike the humble riv'lets glide
And rich and poor sleep side by side
Our birth is but a starting place!
Life is the running of the race!
That path alone of all unsought,
Say, then, how poor and little worth
Are all those glittering toys of earth,
Alas! before it bids us wake,
Long ere the lamp of life can blight,
The cheek's pure glow of red and white
Age came and laid his finger there,
Where is the strength that spurned decay,
The step that strolled so light and gay,
And joy grows wearisome and wo
Arouse its senses and awake,
To see how soon
Life, like its glories, glides away,And the stern footsteps of decay
Come stealing on.
And while we view the rolling tide,
Down which our flowing minutes glide
Away so fast;
Let us the present hour employ,And deem each future dream a joy
Already past.
Let no vain hope deceive the mind,
No happier let us hope to find
Tomorrow than today;
Our golden dreams of yore were bright,Like them, the present shall delight,
Like them decay.
Our lives like hasting streams must be,
That into one engulfing sea
Are doomed to fall -
The sea of death whose waves roll on,O'er king and kingdom, crown and throne,
And swallow all.
Alike the river's lordly tide,
Alike the humble riv'lets glide
To that sad wave:
Death levels poverty and pride,And rich and poor sleep side by side
Within the grave.
Our birth is but a starting place!
Life is the running of the race!
And death the goal!
There all these glittering toys are brought;That path alone of all unsought,
Is found of all.
Say, then, how poor and little worth
Are all those glittering toys of earth,
That lure us here?
Dreams of a sleep that death must break!Alas! before it bids us wake,
We disappear.
Long ere the lamp of life can blight,
The cheek's pure glow of red and white
Has passed away;
Youth smiled and all was heavenly fair;Age came and laid his finger there,
And where are they?
Where is the strength that spurned decay,
The step that strolled so light and gay,
The heart's blythe tone?
The strength is gone, the step is slow,And joy grows wearisome and wo
When age comes on.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
New Series 1:9, p. 4
Date
1840.05.02
Contributor
Translated from the Spanish
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “Ode,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/357.
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