Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge
e'er pnted in my mind?
if not, why am i subject to
his cruelty, or s?
or why has man the will and pow'r
to make his fellow mourn?
“yet, let not this too much, my son,
disturb thy youthful breast:
this partial view of human-kind
is surely not the st!
the poor, oppressed, ho man
had never, sure, been born,
had there not been some repense
to fort those that mourn!
“o death! the poor man's dearest friend,
the ki and the best!
wele the hour my aged limbs
are id with thee at rest!
the great, the wealthy fear thy blow
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