ON VICISSITUDE.
In life what various scenes appear;
How differs every day,
We now, the face of comfort wear,
To-morrow of dismay.
As light and darkness each success,
So pleasure follows pain;
Our spirits, drooping while we bleed,
They brisker flow again.
Winter and summer have their turns,
Each vale its rising hills:
One hour the raging fever burnt,
The next an ague chills.
A mind at ease and free from care,
Can paradise excel:
But when in trouble and despair,
A palace then is hell.
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