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And that he passed from this our life
Without the sorrow of the strife Which all our fathers felt, which we must one day
To us between the world and Heaven
A rougher path, alas ! is given;
The sceptred king, the trampled slave,
It is a fearful thing to die !
To watch the cheerful day flit by
To sink into the dreary gloom
That broods forever o’er the tomb, Where clouds are all around, though Heaven may
But still a firm and faithful trust
Supports, consoles the pure and just:
And bitter though the death pang be,
Their spirits through its tortures see Elijah's car of light, Elijah’s steeds of fire.
CARMEN GRÆCUM IN CURIA CANTABRIGIENSI RECITATUM
COMITIIS MAXIMIS, A. D. MDCCCXXII.
EN GEOMUUS MAURIS,
THE PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT.
TRANSLATION OF A GREEK ODE RECITED AT THE CAM
BRIDGE COMMENCEMENT, A. D. 1822.
YE marvels of this ancient land,
Ye dwellings of the dead,
Sleep in their dreamless bed,
Speak, for within your murky stone
Philosophy may hear
Telling to mortal ear
Speak how the glory and the power,
The diadems of kings,
All unenduring things;