Stop and consider! Life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree's summit.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust return est,
Was not spoken of the soul.
So many things
Could have happened to me....
But nothing ever happened to me
Except two children.
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree's summit.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust return est,
Was not spoken of the soul.
So many things
Could have happened to me....
But nothing ever happened to me
Except two children.