CARPE DIEM.
Reading edition
(An Old Song Resung.)
Full of life as it will hold Let us fill the fleeting day, For to-morrow we grow old. Let’s be lovers blithe and bold, Hot with folly while we may, For to-morrow we grow old. Let our eager eyes behold Shining wonders on our way, For to-morrow we grow old. Let delight be uncontrolled, Let the bubble dream be gay, For to-morrow we grow old. When the heart and lips are cold, What will stir this sluggish clay— When to-morrow we grow old? What to us the hoarded gold, Ample lands, and proud display, When to-morrow we grow old? Soon, too soon, the tale is told; Soon, too soon, the dumb dismay. Full of life as it will hold Let us fill the fleeting day, For to-morrow we grow old. Charles G. D. Roberts.
