84
Not Understood
A locket lined with golden hair,
Is “going for a crown;”
Some breast is tenanted by care,
Some fond heart is “knock’d down.”
And here pledges unredeemed,
Bright trinkets from the pawn,
Alas! their owners little dreamed,
Of “going—going—gone.”
Is “going for a crown;”
Some breast is tenanted by care,
Some fond heart is “knock’d down.”
And here pledges unredeemed,
Bright trinkets from the pawn,
Alas! their owners little dreamed,
Of “going—going—gone.”
The world is but an Auction Mart,
Where Time is Auctioneer;
Vain pleasure gets an “easy start,”
True happiness is dear;
Hope “runs us up,” but in Death’s breach
We’re “knocked down” one by one,
We’re “going” till the grave we reach,
And then, alas! we’re “gone.”
Where Time is Auctioneer;
Vain pleasure gets an “easy start,”
True happiness is dear;
Hope “runs us up,” but in Death’s breach
We’re “knocked down” one by one,
We’re “going” till the grave we reach,
And then, alas! we’re “gone.”
