Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem
My voice unworthy of the theme it tries,—
I would take up the hymn to Death, and say
To the grim power, The world hath slandered thee
And mocked thee. On thy dim and shadowy brow
They place an iron crown, and call thee king
Of terrors, and the spoiler of the world,
Deadly assassin, that strik’st down the fair,
The loved, the good—that breath’st upon the lights
Of virtue set along the vale of life,
And they go out in darkness. I am come,
Not with reproaches, not with cries and prayers,
Such as have stormed thy stern insensible ear
From the beginning. I am come to speak
Thy praises. True it is, that I have wept
Thy conquests, and may weep them yet again:
And thou from some I love wilt take a life
Dear to me as my own. Yet while the spell
Is on my spirit, and I talk with thee
In sight of all thy trophies, face to face,
Meet is it that my voice should utter forth.” —Hymn To Death by William Cullen Bryant (via ellamorte)
I think of all the great adventures that began the same way.
And I realized if they made it, so can I.
i dont even want to touch student portal. I already know how I scored on all of those finals.
I ONLY DID GOOD IN FRENCH. I AM SATISFIED WITH THAT AT LEAST.