Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge（3 / 3）

  to give him leave to toil;
  and see his lordly fellow-worm
  the poor petition spurn,
  unmindful, tho' a weeping wife
  and helpless offspring mourn.
  “if i'm design'd yon lordling's slave,
  by nature's law design'd,
  why was an independent wish
  e'er planted in my mind?
  if not, why am i subject to
  his cruelty, or scorn?
  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 last!
  the poor, oppressed, honest man
  had never, sure, been born,
  had there not been some recompense
  to comfort those that mourn!
  “o death! the poor man's dearest friend,
  the kindest and the best!
  welcome the hour my aged limbs
  are laid with thee at rest!
  the great, the wealthy fear thy blow
  from pomp and pleasure torn;
  but, oh! a blest relief for those
  that weary-laden mourn!” ↑返回顶部↑