Thomas Campbell

Thomas Campbell

July 27, 1777 - June 15, 1844


A Thought Suggested By The New Year

by Thomas Campbell

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 care-worn 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.


The Poetical Works Of Thomas Campbell
Copyright 1866
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
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