Thomas Campbell

Here you will find the Poem River of Life, The of poet Thomas Campbell

River of Life, The

The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages; 
A day to childhood seems a year, 
And years like passing ages.

The gladsome current of our youth, 
Ere passion yet disorders, 
Steals lingering like a river smooth 
Along its grassy borders.

But as the careworn cheek grows wan, 
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, 
Ye stars, that measure life to man, 
Why seem your courses quicker? 

When joys have lost their bloom and breath, 
And life itself is vapid, 
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death 
Feel we its tide more rapid?

It may be strange?yet who would change 
Time's course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone, 
And left our bosoms bleeding?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength 
Indemnifying fleetness; 
And those of youth, a seeming length, 
Proportion'd to their sweetness.