59. HAPPY OLD AGE.(notes)'Tis good our destin'd course in life to run,New forms of beauty bursting on the sight,The clouds soon gone, that bring a feeble night,Still holding on our way, like glorious sun.What noble prize has sluggishness e'er won?'Tis toil of day, that brings sweet rest at night,And mingled joys make e'en our sorrows light:The bliss we taste is bliss but just begun.From height of age we gaze on years gone by;The fruits of many a deed of good appear,From which new plants are waving to the eye.Forward we look; no terrors we descry,But all is light, and peace, and pleasures dear:One step will gain the glories of the sky!
59. HAPPY OLD AGE.(notes)
'Tis good our destin'd course in life to run,New forms of beauty bursting on the sight,The clouds soon gone, that bring a feeble night,Still holding on our way, like glorious sun.What noble prize has sluggishness e'er won?'Tis toil of day, that brings sweet rest at night,And mingled joys make e'en our sorrows light:The bliss we taste is bliss but just begun.From height of age we gaze on years gone by;The fruits of many a deed of good appear,From which new plants are waving to the eye.Forward we look; no terrors we descry,But all is light, and peace, and pleasures dear:One step will gain the glories of the sky!
'Tis good our destin'd course in life to run,
New forms of beauty bursting on the sight,
The clouds soon gone, that bring a feeble night,
Still holding on our way, like glorious sun.
What noble prize has sluggishness e'er won?
'Tis toil of day, that brings sweet rest at night,
And mingled joys make e'en our sorrows light:
The bliss we taste is bliss but just begun.
From height of age we gaze on years gone by;
The fruits of many a deed of good appear,
From which new plants are waving to the eye.
Forward we look; no terrors we descry,
But all is light, and peace, and pleasures dear:
One step will gain the glories of the sky!