This, too, shall pass away.

Art thou in misery, brother? Then I pray Be comforted. Thy grief shall pass away. 

Art thou elated? Ah, be not too gay; Temper thy joy: this, too, shall pass away. 

Art thou in danger? Still let reason sway, And cling to hope: this, too, shall pass away. 

Tempted art thou? In all thine anguish lay One truth to heart: this, too, shall pass away. 

Do rays of loftier glory round thee play? Kinglike art thou? This, too, shall pass away! 

Whate'er thou art, wher'er thy footsteps stray, Heed these wise words: This, too, shall pass away. 

- Paul Hamilton Hayne