River Of Life, The Poem by Thomas Campbell

River Of Life, The

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The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.

The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.

But as the careworn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker?

When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death
Feel we its tide more rapid?

It may be strange—yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone,
And left our bosoms bleeding?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Madhabi Banerjee 16 January 2017

execellent. well written

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MR Cheesebuger man 29 August 2018

you made a garbage poem

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Thuvi 20 March 2018

Nice poem

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HANUTION 12 January 2018

really like it

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Ariz pathan 07 January 2018

Excellent poem

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Madhabi Banerjee 16 January 2017

execellent. well written. thanks for sharing

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