despondency: an ode
oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,
a burden more than i bear,
i set me down and sigh;
o life! thou art a galling load,
along a rough, a weary road,
to wretches such as i!
dim backward as i cast my view,
what sick'ning ses appear!
what sorrows yet may pierce me through,
too justly i may fear!
still g, despairing,
must be my bitter doom;
my woes here shall close ne'er
but with the closing tomb!
happy! ye sons of busy life,
who, equal to the bustling strife,
no other view regard!
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