At Dawn and Dusk


Victor James Daley

WHAT shall a man remember
    In days when he is old,
And Life is a dying ember,
    And Fame a story told?

Power—that came to leave him?
    Wealth—to the wild waves blown?
Fame—that came to deceive him?
    Ah, no! Sweet Love alone!

Honour, and Wealth, and Power
    May all like dreams depart—
But Love is a fadeless flower
    Whose roots are in the heart.

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