To serve thy generation, this thy fate: “Written in water,” swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first and late, A work too late for fame.
To serve thy generation, this thy fate: “Written in water,” swiftly fades
To serve thy generation, this thy fate: “Written in water,” swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first and late, A work too late for fame.
