Quote, May 13, 2011

ejmoore510(7)May 13, 2011

The more we live, more brief appear

Our life's succeeding stages;

A day to childhood seems a year,

And years like passing ages.

The gladsome current of our youth,

Ere passion yet disorders,

Steals lingering like a river smooth

Along its grassy borders.

But as the careworn cheek grows wan,

And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,

Ye stars, that measure life to man,

Why seem your courses quicker?

When joys have lost their bloom and breath,

And life itself is vapid,

Why, as we reach the Falls of Death

Feel we its tide more rapid?

It may be strange�yet who would change

Time's course to slower speeding,

When one by one our friends have gone,

And left our bosoms bleeding?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength

Indemnifying fleetness;

And those of youth, a seeming length,

Proportion'd to their sweetness.

The River of Life by Thomas Campbell

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lilod(NoCal/8)

Campbell is correct as to how time moves for the young and for those getting to the end of the stream, I can't agree to his outlook as far as sweetness of youth and sadness of old age are concerned. Young is not uninterrupted joy and though I am old,I am a generally happy person

    Bookmark   May 13, 2011 at 11:13AM
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kathyjane(z6VA)

That's why I loved climbing trees as a kid---to find the 'happiness of childhood' up there with the surprised birds.

What's wrong with being an oldster?---I only want to be free of as many earthly restraints as possible, so I can kick in peace and climb the biggest Sycamore ever!

---'and life is VAPID'?!!!!!! ---maybe 65 with an aching back and a screwy brain, isn't old enough to understand the true meaning of vapid....

---maybe suffering and pain were more prevelant when this poem was written?

Thank you, ej---good job---got us fired up a little! Snort!

    Bookmark   May 13, 2011 at 12:17PM
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anneliese_32(6)

I'll be d...... if I let my present rubber bones define my old age. Generally I love every day and find definitely more good, fun and positives. But then melancholy has never been my strong suit.
Kathyjane, tree climbing ist still fun, even if it may not be the largest sycamore, I just make do occasionally with a 50 yr old weeping beech. (Well, somebody has to clean out the birdhouse!)

    Bookmark   May 13, 2011 at 1:47PM
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