My Rubaiyat

by Sadakichi Hartmann

LXXV.

Let us wrest beauty from all there is,

Each and all in their own poor way,

And blithely onward life will flow,

Rare like a long-drawn summer’s eve,

And we’ll hail and bless each moment

Before it fades into the dark.

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• Transcriber’s Notes:
  • Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant form was found in this book.