Ars Longa - A Song Of Pilgrimage Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Our hopes are wild imaginings	A
Our schemes are airy castles	A
Yet these on earth are lords and kings	A
And we their slaves and vassals	A
Your dream forsooth of buoyant youth	B
Most ready to deceive is	A
But age will own the bitter truth	B
Ars longa vita brevis	A
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The hill of life with eager feet	C
We climbed in merry morning	D
But on the downward track we meet	C
The shades of twilight warning	D
The shadows gaunt they fall aslant	C
And those who scaled Ben Nevis	A
Against the mole hills toil and pant	C
Ars longa vita brevis	A
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The obstacles that barr'd our path	E
We seldom quail'd to dash on	F
In youth for youth one motto hath	E
The will the way must fashion	G
Those words I wot blood thick and hot	C
Too ready to believe is	A
But thin and cold our blood hath got	C
Ars longa vita brevis	A
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And art is long and life is short	C
And man is slow at learning	D
And yet by divers dealings taught	C
For divers follies yearning	D
He owns at last with grief downcast	C
For man disposed to grieve is	A
One adage old stands true and fast	C
Ars longa vita brevis	A
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We journey manhood youth and age	H
The matron and the maiden	G
Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage	I
Loins girded heavy laden	G
Each pilgrim strong who joins our throng	J
Most eager to achieve is	A
Foredoom'd ere long to swell the song	J
Ars longa vita brevis	A
	-
At morn with staff and sandal shoon	G
We travel brisk and cheery	K
But some have laid them down ere noon	G
And all at eve are weary	K
The noontide glows with no repose	A
And bitter chill the eve is	A
The grasshopper a burden grows	A
Ars longa vita brevis	A
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The staff is snapp'd the sandal fray'd	C
The flint stone galls and blisters	A
Our brother's steps we cannot aid	C
Ah me nor aid our sister's	A
The pit prepares its hidden snares	A
The rock prepared to cleave is	A
We cry in falling unawares	A
Ars longa vita brevis	A
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Oh Wisdom which we sought to win	G
Oh Strength in which we trusted	C
Oh Glory which we gloried in	G
Oh puppets we adjusted	C
On barren land our seed is sand	C
And torn the web we weave is	A
The bruised reed hath pierced the hand	C
Ars longa vita brevis	A
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We too Job's comforters have met	C
With steps like ours unsteady	K
They could not help themselves and yet	C
To judge us they were ready	K
Life's path is trod at last and God	C
More ready to reprieve is	A
They know who rest beneath the sod	C
Mors gratum vita brevis	A

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