Omnia magna cadunt.
Inter soluti gaudia pectoris Persaepe nubes ingruit horrida; Utcumqve sublimi potestas
Arce sedens dominatur orbem,
Ultor securim praeparat. Omnia Quae procreantur limite parvulo Clauduntur, atqve in maius aucta Funere deproperant caduco.
En qua per agros sparsa mapalia Dudum latebant, urbs nova colligit Caementa, et insigni domorum
Mole nimis locuples superbit,
Mansura paullum: mox cadit obruta Turpi ruina. Scilicet aureo
Qvam vestit auctumnus colore Interitum monet arbor anni.
Quando et sodalem pectore sedulo Fixusqve amanti lumine suspicis, Iam nunc sepulcrales inire
Fluxus Amor properat tenebras.
Qvaecumqve nobis sunt data munera Iniurioso limite temporis
Urgentur; indefessa longo
Sola fides stabilitur aevo.
Christian Warfare.
Soldier, go-but not to claim
Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure, Not to build a vaunting name,
Not to dwell in tents of pleasure;
Dream not that the way is smooth, Hope not that the thorns are roses; Turn no wishful eye of youth Where the sunny beam reposes:
Thou hast sterner work to do,
Hosts to cut thy passage through; Close behind thee gulfs are burning: Forward-there is no returning.
Soldier, rest-but not for thee Spreads the world her downy pillow; On the rock thy couch must be, While around thee chafes the billow; Thine must be a watchful sleep, Wearier than another's waking; Such a charge as thou dost keep Brooks no moment of forsaking. Sleep, as on the battle-field,
Girded, grasping sword and shield:
Those thou canst not name or number Steal upon thy broken slumber.
Soldier, rise-the war is done:
Lo, the hosts of hell are flying; 'Twas thy Lord the battle won; Jesus vanquished them by dying.
Incipe, miles, iter: sed ne terrestria quaeras Munera, post paucos interitura dies: Neu cupias vano nomen memorabile fastu, Neve voluptatis mollia castra petas : Neve putes iri facili super aethera cursu, Neu teneram spinis posse carere rosam : Neu captes oculo tractus iuveniliter illos Ridet ubi aestivis solibus almus ager: Te manet armatum labor acrior, acrior hostis; Est acies telis magna domanda tuis. Aestuat a tergo flamma fervente barathrum; Protenus i recto calle: redire nefas.- Carpe tuam, miles, requiem; sed non tibi luxus Explicat ignavo stragula grata toro: Sed tibi sufficiet scopulosa cubilia rupes, Qvam ferus inlisis obsidet Eurus aqvis. Te decet adtentum longas producere noctes, Et somno excubiis asperiore frui. Qvae tu difficili servas tutamine castra
Tempore non ullo deseruisse licet.
Somnos carpe, velut pugnam introiturus, in armis, Inpiger, et clipeo cinctus et ense latus.
Illi, qveis numerus non est, qveis nomina desunt, Invadunt tacito somnia fracta gradu.
Surge adeo, miles, confecto munere belli:
En agitat rapidam turba nefanda fugam. Dux tuus infernas fraudes devicit: Iesus Morte sua victo victor ab hoste redit.
Pass the stream-before thee lies All the conquered land of glory : Hark what songs of rapture rise; These proclaim the victor's story;
Soldier, lay thy weapons down,
Quit the sword, and take the crown;
Triumph! all thy foes are banished,
Death is slain, and earth has vanished.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow;
There's nothing true but Heaven.
And false the light on glory's plume As fading hues of even;
And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb; There's nothing bright but Heaven.
Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven,
And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way; There's nothing calm but Heaven.
Traiice iam fluvium: patet en tibi lata per arva Aetheris in medio clarior ora polo: Audin', laetifica dulcedine murmurat aer, Dum pia victorem carmine turba sonat. Tu qvoqve depositis clipeo, bellator, et ense Laetus Io magna voce Triumphe cane:
Necte comas: hostes rapuit fuga: mortua Mors est: In nihilum tellus, unde creata, redit.
Vita fugaci pompae similis Vanis hominem capit inlecebris; Risus hilares, miseri fletus, Falsi radiant falsiqve fluunt: Solidi nihil est nisi caelum.
Splendet inani Gloria crista, Ceu fluxa rubet vespere nubes; Et Spes et Amor Formaeqve nitor, Qvid sunt? Tumulo data serta novo: Nitidi nihil est nisi caelum.
Nos obeuntes deforme fretum Rapit huc illuc tumor undarum; Vix inradiant iter incertum Fax Aonidum, lux Rationis:
Placidi nihil est nisi caelum.
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