FROM THE PROVENCAL OF BERNARI RASCAS. <br /> <br /> <br />All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, <br />Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye. <br />The forms of men shall be as they had never been; <br />The blasted groves shall lose their fresh and tender green; <br />The birds of the thicket shall end their pleasant song, <br />And the nigthingale shall cease to chant the evening long. <br />The kine of the pasture shall feel the dart that kills, <br />And all the fair white flocks shall perish from the hills. <br />The goat and antlered stag, the wolf and the fox, <br />The wild boar of the wood, and the chamois of the rocks, <br />And the strong and fearless bear, in the trodden dust shall lie, <br />And the dolphin of the sea, and the mighty whale, shall die. <br />And realms shall be dissolved, and empires be no more, <br />And they shall bow to death, who ruled from shore to shore; <br />And the great globe itself, (so the holy writings tell,) <br />With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies dwell, <br />Shall melt with fervent heat--they shall all pass away, <br />Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.<br /><br />William Cullen Bryant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-of-god-6/
