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NOR ON BEDS OF FADING FLOWERS by JOHN DALTON

Last Line: ETERNAL BLISS FOR TRANSIENT PAIN.
Subject(s): PRIDE; SELF-ESTEEM; SELF-RESPECT;
NOR on beds of fading flowers,
Shedding soon their gaudy pride,
Nor with swains in syren bowers,
Will true pleasure long reside:
On awful virtue's hill sublime
Enthroned sits th' immortal fair;
Who wins her height must patient climb:
The steps are peril, toil, and care:
So, from the first, did Jove ordain
Eternal bliss for transient pain.



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