  Is life a farce? Tell me, O breeze, Bearing the perfume of flowers and trees, While gaily decked birds Pour forth their gladness in songs beyond words, And cloudlets coquette in the fresh summer air Rejoicing in everything being so fair— Is life a farce? How can it be, child, When Nature at heart Is but the great spirit of love and of art Eternally saying, "I must God impart." Is life a farce? Tell me, O soul, Struggling to act out humanity's whole 'Midst Error and Wrong, And failure in sight of true victory's song; With Wisdom and Virtue at times lost to view, And love for the many lost in love for the few— Is life a farce? How can it be, child, When humanity's heart Is but the great spirit of love and of art Eternally crying, "I must God impart." |
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