CUR MUNDUS MILITAT?
Why battles all the world For its vain glory, Whose bravest happiness Is transitory? So soon its brittle power A light touch shaketh, Even as a vase of clay In pieces breaketh. Write words upon the ice, And trust their…
ABIDE WITH ME
ABIDE with me. Fast falls the eventide; The darkness thickens: Lord, with me abide; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me! Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; Earth’s joys…