Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge
the miseries of man.
“the sun that s yon moors,
out-spreading far and wide,
where hundreds bour to support
a haughty lordling's pride;—
i've seen yon weary winter-sun
twice forty times return;
and ev'ry time has added proofs,
that man was made to mourn.
“o man! while in thy early years,
hal of time!
mis-spending all thy precious hours—
thy glorious, youthful prime!
alternate follies take the sway;
litious passions burn;
which tenfold fives nature's w.
that man was made to mourn.
“look not alone on youthful prime,
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