Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
And I still onward haste to my last night Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly So every day we live, a day we die.
When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admird guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest.
Good thoughts his only friends, His wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn And quiet pilgrimage.
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.
Rose-cheeked Laura, come Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
The Summer hath his joys, And Winter his delights. Though Love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories