SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



Those words, I wot, blood thick and hot 



Too ready to believe is, 

 But thin and cold our blood hath got, 



'' Ars longa, vita brevis^ 



And **art is long," and ''life is short," 



And man is slow at learning ; 

 And yet by divers dealings taught, 



For divers follies yearning. 

 He owns at last, with grief downcast 



(For man disposed to grieve is) — 

 One adage old stands true and fast, 



'' Ars longa, vita drevis.'' 



We journey ! manhood, youth, and age. 



The matron, and the maiden, 

 Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage, 



Loins girded, heavy laden : — 

 Each pilgrim strong, who joins our throng. 



Most eager to achieve is, 

 Foredoom'd ere long to swell the song, 



^' Ars longa, vita brevisT 



At morn, with staff and sandal-shoon, 



We travel brisk and cheery, 

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