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Poem by John Henry Newman


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WHEN mirth is full and free,
Some sudden gloom shall be;
When haughty power mounts high,
The Watchers axe is nigh.
All growth has bound; when greatest found,
It hastes to die.

When the rich town, that long
Has lain its huts among,
Uprears its pageants vast,
And vauntsit shall not last!
Bright tints that shine are but a sign
Of summer past.

And when thine eye surveys,
With fond adoring gaze,
And yearning heart, thy friend,
Love to its grave doth tend.
All gifts below, save Truth, but grow
Towards an end. 



John Henry Newman


John Henry Newman's other poems:
  1. England
  2. Opusculum
  3. Solitude
  4. Flowers without Fruit
  5. Christmas without Christ


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