Poetry: Anne

Dear Annk! i; werea cu-.nmon wisli.ihoiigh vin, Th:it ill iliy t;ys migtu glide i:i stinsliinc by, And lifo no s!i;k!.)v kjiow of niisery: 'Tia well il)ecu) Humaniíy must dmin ís dasliccl witfi Witter, thou-li the lip woukl fain Turn from ttitt dráuglit; for ihey are stmng alone 'í'o i-ivr. tíiul act. whose spirits oñ líHve known The stern nul whbicfcoiñ'e díscí]1iiié of Pain! Therefore I siy njt, ';inay no grier be tliinc," Bü'. '-'whetiier joy or sorrow marl; ïhy w.ny. Oh, l'c ihy treftgih Éuflitcrtt to t!ie d iy, AndcloiullesssHiiHj;ht L'ild 'hn! dny's decline - So s'ialt tliou know, Liíe's load Ol lst laid dosvn. Who moekest beñrs ihei crosa ís vorthie3t uf úw crown!''