Vil du Livet smukt dig tømre,
Ei det Forgangne maa dig bekymre;
Det Mindste af det maa du fortryde,
Og det Nærværende altid nyde,
Men især ingen Mennesker hade,
Og Fremtiden Gud overlade.
Wann halfst du jemals den Gerechten, Gott?
Ihr Glück ist Zufall, ihr Triumph ist selten,
Sie sind in deiner besten aller Welten
Der Starken Spielball und der Schlechten Spott.
Oh, awful Power whose works repel
The marvel of the earth's designs,--
I 'll hie me otherwhere to dwell,
Arcadia has trolley lines.
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Least Rivers—docile to some sea.
My Caspian—thee.
676
Least Bee that brew—
A Honey's Weight
Content Her smallest fraction help
The Amber Quantity—
Let not your body suffer
from hunger and thirst,
Feed it whenever it feels famished.
Fie on your fasts and religious rites;
Do good: therein your duty lies.
Let me gather in my folds the withered blooms;
And mourn the nightingale's wonderous demise.
I have to bid farewell to spring that gave delight;
Only then can I welcome the arrival of fall.
Will you please to let me go, Ma,
To McIntyre's, to buy a Sofa.
De nos ruches d'acier sortons à tire-d'aile
Abeilles le butin qui sanglant emmielle
Les doux rayons d'un jour qui toujours renouvelle
Provient de ce jardin exquis l'humanité
Aux fleurs d'intelligence à parfum de beauté
I t'ink for dis Canadian lan'
For mak' it t'rive an' grow,
De bes' ees Wilfrid Laurier's smile,
De wors' de Tupper blow.
