A Symbol

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Hurrying for ever in their restless flight
 The generations of earth's teeming womb
 Rise into being and lapse into the tomb
Like transient bubbles sparkling in the light;
They sink in quick succession out of sight
 Into the thick insuperable gloom
 Our futile lives in flashing by illume-
Lightning which mocks the darkness of the night.

Nay-but consider, though we change and die,
 If men must pass shall Man not still remain?
 As the unnumbered drops of summer rain
Whose changing particles unchanged on high,
 Fixed, in perpetual motion, yet maintain
The mystic bow emblazoned on the sky.

© Mathilde Blind