THOMAS
CARLYLE’S POEMS
What
is Hope? A smiling rainbow
Children
follow through the wet;
’Tis not here, still yonder, yonder:
Never
urchin found it yet.
What
is Life? A thawing iceboard
On a
sea with sunny shore;—
Gay we
sail; it melts beneath us;
We
are sunk, and seen no more.
What
is Man? A foolish baby,
Vainly
strives, and fights, and frets;
Demanding
all, deserving nothing;—
One
small grave is what he gets.
The
wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the
frost falls and the rain:
A
weary heart went thankful to rest,
And
must rise to toil again, ’gain,
And must rise to toil again.
The
wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And
there comes good luck and bad;
The
thriftiest man is the cheerfulest;
’Tis a thriftless thing to be sad, sad,
’Tis a thriftless thing to
be sad.
The
wind blows east, the wind blows west;
Ye
shall know a tree by its fruit:
This
world, they say, is worst to the best;—
But a
dastard has evil to boot, boot,
But a
dastard has evil to boot.
The
wind blows east, the wind blows west;
What
skills it to mourn or to talk?
A
journey I have, and far ere I rest;
I
must bundle my wallets and walk, walk,
I
must bundle my wallets and walk.
The
wind does blow as it lists alway;
Canst
thou change this world to thy mind?
The
world will wander its own wise way;
I
also will wander mine, mine,
I
also will wander mine.
So
here hath been dawning
Another
blue Day:
Think
wilt thou let it
Slip
useless away.
Out
of Eternity
This
new Day is born;
Into
Eternity,
At night, will return.
Behold
it aforetime
No
eye ever did:
So
soon it forever
From
all eyes is hid.
Here
hath been dawning
Another
blue Day:
Think
wilt thou let it
Slip
useless away.
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