Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge（1 / 3）
man was made to mourn: a dirge
when chill november's surly blast
made fields and forests bare,
one ev'ning, as i wander'd forth
along the banks of ayr,
i spied a man, whose aged step
seem'd weary, worn with care;
his face furrow'd o'er with years,
and hoary was his hair.
“young stranger, whither wand'rest thou?”
began the rev'rend sage;
“does thirst of wealth thy step constrain,
or youthful pleasure's rage?
or haply, prest with cares and woes,
too soon thou hast began
to wander forth, with me to mourn
the miseries of man.
“the sun that overhangs yon moors,
out-spreading far and wide,
where hundreds labour 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,
how prodigal of time!
mis-spending all thy precious hours—
thy glorious, youthful prime!
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when chill november's surly blast
made fields and forests bare,
one ev'ning, as i wander'd forth
along the banks of ayr,
i spied a man, whose aged step
seem'd weary, worn with care;
his face furrow'd o'er with years,
and hoary was his hair.
“young stranger, whither wand'rest thou?”
began the rev'rend sage;
“does thirst of wealth thy step constrain,
or youthful pleasure's rage?
or haply, prest with cares and woes,
too soon thou hast began
to wander forth, with me to mourn
the miseries of man.
“the sun that overhangs yon moors,
out-spreading far and wide,
where hundreds labour 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,
how prodigal of time!
mis-spending all thy precious hours—
thy glorious, youthful prime!
alternate follies take the sway; ↑返回顶部↑