What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
Sometimes nothing new grows after ruins.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, Who's made the master of his destiny.
A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.
This feat of Tell, the archer, will be told While yonder mountains stand upon their base. By heaven! The apple's cleft right through the core.
When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow.
I began to realize that life is a growth stage I'm going through.
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husks.