William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант)

Mutation

THEY talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so--
    Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain 
Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go.
    The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; 
    And after dreams of horror, comes again 
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
    Oblivion, softly wiping out the stain, 
Makes the strong secret pangs of pain to cease:

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase
    Are fruits of innocence and blessedness; 
Thus joy, o'erborne and bound, doth still release
    His young limbs from the chains that round him press. 
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep

1. Song of the Greek Amazon
2. When the Firmament Quivers with Daylight's Young Beam
3. To Cole, the Painter, departing for Europe
4. Song of Marion's Men
5. The Arctic Lover

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