History of Life

Day dawned within a curtained room,

Filled to faintness with perfume,

A lady lay at point of doom.

Day closed; a child had seen the light;

But, for the lady fair and bright,

She rested in undreaming night.

Spring rose; the lady's grave was green;

And near it, oftentimes, was seen

A gentle boy with thoughtful mien.

Years fled; he wore a manly face,

And struggled in the world's rough race,

And won at last a lofty place.

And when he died! behold before ye

Humanity's poor sum and story;

Life----Death----and all that is Glory.

-Barry Cornwall

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