EHUE FUGACES ANNI.
(Horace—Book 2, Ode 14.). Alas,* dear friend, the flying years Go rolling on their wonted way, And brook no minute of delay Through holy sacrifice or tears. Old age and wrinkled brow and death. Come on -unvarying in speed; No cries to Pluto in your need Can warm the coldness of their, breath. The ocean around us leaps! However high we bo on earth) Or if in rags and,lowly birth Wa pass our life, our fate it keeps. In vain we shun the battle's doom, In vain the storm on wintry sea; In vain the wind that bitterly. In autumn penetrates the room. Sad Cocytus we all must see, And cross the river to the dead, Where Sisyphus at labours dread, All tired, toils on unceasingly. • Farewell to home and loving wife, The tree that o'er the gateway weave* Its garlands of sad cyprua leaves. To follow at the end of life. A worthy heir will take your place, And drink the Caecubum you've stored, And hold the feast and proudly laud. The great traditions of your race. July 1899. CHAS. OWEN. ,
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Otago Witness, Issue 2368, 20 July 1899, Page 49
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185EHUE FUGACES ANNI. Otago Witness, Issue 2368, 20 July 1899, Page 49
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