6AFTER MUSIC
O what availeth thee thy melting mood,Thine ecstasyWhen once again thy thralldoms o’er thee brood:& what doth profit thee thy courage high,& strength so fain;So soon agen thy coward heart shall fly?For more & stronger strife our strength shall strain,Though hope’s best goodBe but this hope: to strive, & strive again.
O what availeth thee thy melting mood,Thine ecstasyWhen once again thy thralldoms o’er thee brood:& what doth profit thee thy courage high,& strength so fain;So soon agen thy coward heart shall fly?For more & stronger strife our strength shall strain,Though hope’s best goodBe but this hope: to strive, & strive again.
O what availeth thee thy melting mood,Thine ecstasyWhen once again thy thralldoms o’er thee brood:
O what availeth thee thy melting mood,
Thine ecstasy
When once again thy thralldoms o’er thee brood:
& what doth profit thee thy courage high,& strength so fain;So soon agen thy coward heart shall fly?
& what doth profit thee thy courage high,
& strength so fain;
So soon agen thy coward heart shall fly?
For more & stronger strife our strength shall strain,Though hope’s best goodBe but this hope: to strive, & strive again.
For more & stronger strife our strength shall strain,
Though hope’s best good
Be but this hope: to strive, & strive again.