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Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.
In the day, do the day's work.
In the day, do the day's work.
As I saw fair Chloris walk alone,
The feather'd snow came softly down,
As Jove, descending from read more
As I saw fair Chloris walk alone,
The feather'd snow came softly down,
As Jove, descending from his tow'r
To court her in a silver show'r.
The wanton snow flew to her breast,
As little birds into their nest;
But o'ercome with whiteness there,
For grief dissolv'd into a tear.
Thence falling on her garment hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.
But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time read more
But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add night to the day,
Thus, thus we'll fill the measure.
A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.
A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.
Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be
marr'd in the ordering, so as to justly read more
Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be
marr'd in the ordering, so as to justly merit the Reflection of
the old proverb, that though God sends us meat, yet the D------
does cooks.
As drifting logs of wood may haply meet
On ocean's waters surging to and fro,
And having read more
As drifting logs of wood may haply meet
On ocean's waters surging to and fro,
And having met, drift once again apart,
So, fleeting is the intercourse of men.
E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade
Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes,
Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways,
So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
Oh, we are weary pilgrims; to this wilderness we bring
A Church without a bishop, a State without a read more
Oh, we are weary pilgrims; to this wilderness we bring
A Church without a bishop, a State without a King.
