Poem by Paul Hamilton Hayne

A Comparison

I THINK, ofttimes, that lives of men may be
Likened to wandering winds that come and go,
Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow
O'er the vast globe, voiceful of grief or glee.
Some lives are buoyant zephyrs sporting free
In tropic sunshine; some long winds of woe
That shun the day, wailing with murmurs low,
Through haunted twilights, by the unresting sea;
Others are ruthless, stormful, drunk with might,
Born of deep passion or malign desire:
They rave 'mid thunder-peals and clouds of fire.
Wild, reckless all, save that some power unknown
Guides each blind force till life be overblown,
Lost in vague hollows of the fathomless night.

1. A Christmas Lyric
2. A Morning after Storm
3. Aethra
4. Along the Path Thy Bleeding Feet Have Trod
5. Baby’s First Word

William Cowper A Comparison ("The lapse of time and rivers is the same")

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