Samuel Laman Blanchard - To-day lyrics

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Samuel Laman Blanchard - To-day lyrics

A liberal worldling, gay philosopher, Art thou that liftst thy young and yellow head Over the dim burial of the scarce-cold dead, Building above thy brother's sepulchre A home of love that sense might almost err, Deeming thy end therein to woo and wed The flower-haired earth for ever. Yet the red In yonder west may well such dreams deter! Yes, thou, all-hailed To-day! whose outstretched hand Scatters loose riches on a bankrupt land, Even thou art but a leaf from off the tree Of yellowing time; a grain of glistening sand Dashed from the waters of that unsailed sea Where thou to-night shalt sink, and I as soon may be.