Envoy

GO, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:And some are sung, and that was yesterday,And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow.
Go forth; and if it be o’er stony way,Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow:And it was sweet, and that was yesterday,And sweet is sweet, though purchasèd with sorrow.
Go, songs, and come not back from your far way:And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow,Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know To-day,Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know To-morrow.

  1. The earth. ↩

  2. The Ark of the Egyptian temple was sealed with clay, which the Pontiff-king broke when he entered the inner shrine to offer worship. ↩

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