This, too, shall pass away !


Art thou in misery, brother ?
Then I pray Be comforted.
Thy grief shall pass away.

Art thou elated ?
Ah, be not too gay; Temper thy joy:
this, too, shall pass away.

Art thou in danger ?
Still let reason sway, And cling to hope:
this, too, shall pass away.

Tempted art thou ?
In all thine anguish lay One truth to heart:
this, too, shall pass away.

Do rays of loftier glory round thee play ?
Kinglike art thou ?
This, too, shall pass away !

Whate’er thou art, wher’er thy footsteps stray,
Heed these wise words: This, too, shall pass away.

By Paul Hamilton Hayne 
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