ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS
Flying Down the Depths of Time
T ITTUE snatch of ancient song,
JLr What has made thee live so long ?
Flying on thy wings of rhyme
Lightly down the depths of time.
W. B. H. Lecky
He Planted a Thought in the Minds of Men
His, planted an oak in his father's park
And a thought in the minds of men.
And he bade farewell to his native shore.
Which he never will see again.
Oh, merrily stream the tourist throng
To the glow of the Southern sky ;
A vision of pleasure beckons them on,
But he went there to die.
The oak will grow and its boughs will spread
And many rejoice in its shade,
But none will visit the distant grave,
Where a stranger youth is laid ;
And the thought will live when the oak has died,
And quicken the minds of men,
But the name of the thinker has vanished away*
And will never be heard again.
W. E. JI. Lecky
Above the Wrecks of Time
ALL things perish, and the strongest
Often do not la$t the longest.
The stately ship is seen no more.
The fragile skiff attains the shore ;
And while the great and wise decay 9
And all their trophies pass away,
Some sudden thought, some careless rhyme,
Still floats above the wrecks of time.
W. E. H.
The Swan Song
SWANS sing before they die : twere no bad thing
Did certain persons die before they sing.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge