Ebb and Flow
L IFE'S moods are equilibriate. All things lead
Toward the opposites. Day tends to night,
As darkness heralds on the morn's delight,
Each following each, though both by turns precede.
And so when I am sad full well I know,
Like some brave soul that conquers mortal pain,
My better star will rise betimes again,
Gilding the darkness with its tranquil glow,
Likewise my joys I temperately hold,
Nor yield my soul to treacherous extacies,
For though my sail seems blown o'er halcyon seas,
With rims of roses, to be over bold,
May prove too late the fatal scorn of care,
And dash me on the reefs of sharp despair!
Toward the opposites. Day tends to night,
As darkness heralds on the morn's delight,
Each following each, though both by turns precede.
And so when I am sad full well I know,
Like some brave soul that conquers mortal pain,
My better star will rise betimes again,
Gilding the darkness with its tranquil glow,
Likewise my joys I temperately hold,
Nor yield my soul to treacherous extacies,
For though my sail seems blown o'er halcyon seas,
With rims of roses, to be over bold,
May prove too late the fatal scorn of care,
And dash me on the reefs of sharp despair!
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