Song

What shall a man remember
  In days when he is old,
And Life is a dying ember,
  And Fame a story told?
Power—that came to leave him?
  Wealth—to the wild waves blown?
Fame—that came to deceive him?
  Ah, no! Sweet Love alone!

Honour, and Wealth, and Power
  May all like dreams depart—
But Love is a fadeless flower
  Whose roots are in the heart.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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