Life

Life is like the stormy breezes
Raging with a restless sway;
Like the wintry wind that freezes
Snow-heaps which soon melt away.

Age, age—year, year overpowers;
Still they flow, and still they must;
And while children gather flowers,
Aged fathers sleep in dust.

Rouse thee, up to noble doing,
Noble cares and thoughts pursue;
Even the boisterous wind, pursuing
Its fierce course, wafts drops of dew.