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Poem
November 14, 1804
Norfolk Gazette And Publick Ledger
Norfolk, Virginia
What is this article about?
A canzonet translated from Camoens by Lord Strangford urges the young to forgo hoarding wealth, embrace service to humanity, prefer poverty to guilt, and seek death's repose over the world's treacherous ills.
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From Camoens by Lord Strangford.
Since in this dreary vale of tears
No certainty but death appears,
Why should we waste our vernal years
In hoarding useless treasure?
No—let the young and ardent mind
Become the friend of human kind,
And in the generous service find
A source of purer pleasure!
Better to live despised and poor,
Than Guilt's eternal sting endure;
The future smiles of God shall cure
The wound of earthly woes.
Vain world! did we but rightly feel
What ills thy treacherous charms conceal,
How would we long from thee to steal
To Death—and sweet repose!
From Camoens by Lord Strangford.
Since in this dreary vale of tears
No certainty but death appears,
Why should we waste our vernal years
In hoarding useless treasure?
No—let the young and ardent mind
Become the friend of human kind,
And in the generous service find
A source of purer pleasure!
Better to live despised and poor,
Than Guilt's eternal sting endure;
The future smiles of God shall cure
The wound of earthly woes.
Vain world! did we but rightly feel
What ills thy treacherous charms conceal,
How would we long from thee to steal
To Death—and sweet repose!
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Canzonet
Camoens
Strangford
Moral Virtue
Human Service
Death Repose
Worldly Vanity
What entities or persons were involved?
From Camoens By Lord Strangford.
Poem Details
Title
Canzonet
Author
From Camoens By Lord Strangford.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Better To Live Despised And Poor,
Than Guilt's Eternal Sting Endure;
The Future Smiles Of God Shall Cure
The Wound Of Earthly Woes.
Vain World! Did We But Rightly Feel
What Ills Thy Treacherous Charms Conceal,