Rosemary and Pansies/Fragments

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FRAGMENTS

In many brilliant colours Falsehood's decked, Its churches with vast multitudes are packed; But Truth's white light shines ever bright and clear Though at its shrine few worshippers appear.

What is life's saddest tragedy? I think It is the sinking of a noble spirit, Full of high thoughts and generous aspirations, To the low level of the life about him.

We go from one illusion to another, And wander in a maze of endless windings; This path, we say, leads to the goal at last, The goal which we so long have sought in vain for; But 'tis but one more passage leading nowhere: And when our Mecca comes at last in sight We fall exhausted by the journey's hardships.

The happiest fortune that a man can greet But transient pleasure to his soul doth yield: The worst of ills 'tis possible to meet Calmly, and find in fortitude a shield.
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