MISERERE.
Joy and sorrow, mirth and tears,Darkness, sunshine, kind words, jeers,The flitting moments, halting years—Strange contrasts these!Today the youth, tomorrow age;We read, and then we turn the page;The fool we honour, not the sage—Sad travesties!The dancers gay, the open grave—From foot-lights’ flare to solemn waveThe sale of souls Christ came to save—Life’s tragedies!—Hiram Dryer McCaskey.
Joy and sorrow, mirth and tears,Darkness, sunshine, kind words, jeers,The flitting moments, halting years—Strange contrasts these!Today the youth, tomorrow age;We read, and then we turn the page;The fool we honour, not the sage—Sad travesties!The dancers gay, the open grave—From foot-lights’ flare to solemn waveThe sale of souls Christ came to save—Life’s tragedies!—Hiram Dryer McCaskey.
Joy and sorrow, mirth and tears,Darkness, sunshine, kind words, jeers,The flitting moments, halting years—Strange contrasts these!
Joy and sorrow, mirth and tears,
Darkness, sunshine, kind words, jeers,
The flitting moments, halting years—
Strange contrasts these!
Today the youth, tomorrow age;We read, and then we turn the page;The fool we honour, not the sage—Sad travesties!
Today the youth, tomorrow age;
We read, and then we turn the page;
The fool we honour, not the sage—
Sad travesties!
The dancers gay, the open grave—From foot-lights’ flare to solemn waveThe sale of souls Christ came to save—Life’s tragedies!
The dancers gay, the open grave—
From foot-lights’ flare to solemn wave
The sale of souls Christ came to save—
Life’s tragedies!
—Hiram Dryer McCaskey.
—Hiram Dryer McCaskey.