Thomas Carlyle



                   Cui Bono


                   What is Hope? A smiling rainbow
                      Children follow through the wet;
                   'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder:
                      Never urchin found it yet.

                   What is Life? A thawing iceboard
                      On a sea with sunny shore; —
                   Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;
                      We are sunk, and seen no more.

                   What is Man? A foolish baby,
                      Vainly strives, and fights, and frets;
                   Demanding all, deserving nothing; —
                      One small grave is what he gets.


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