{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/fol/fol65.htm","path":"cfu/fol/fol65.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/fol/fol65.htm","text":"A Feast of Lanterns, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916]\n\u2019Tis we that wail the hour of birth,\n \u2019Tis others weep the hour we die.\n If I am sad, \u2019tis others sing;\n Should they lament, I will be feasting.\n All flows, all passes, like yon stream;\n Like yonder wind-wheel all revolves.\n We change the fire-drill, changing not the fire;\n New lamps or old, what matters it?\n \u2019Tis laughable that all men flock in crowds\n To worship Buddhas and the Genii;\n Austerities mean cramp and weariness,\n And genuflections to the Rites a headache.\n \u2019Tis but a tangle of marsh-lights after all,\n We cannot seize the shadow of the wind.\n What if the gods made answer to our prayers?\n With shouts of laughter I should drive the crowd.","title":"A Feast of Lanterns: Yuan Mei: Illusion","type":"page"}