Mutation. - A Sonnet.
They talk of short-lived pleasure, be it so, Pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace; Oblivion, softly wiping out the stain, Makes the strong secret pangs of shame to cease: Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase Are fruits of innocence and blessedness: Thus joy, o'erborne and bound, doth still release His young limbs from the chains that round him press. Weep not that the world changes, did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
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"They talk of short-lived pleasure, be it so,..."
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