THE SORROWS OF LIFE.
Who would recal departed days and years To tread again the dark and cheerless road, Which, leading through this gloomy vale of tears, His weary feet in pain and toil have trod! I've felt the bitterness of grief—I've shed Such tears as only wretched mortals pour, And wish'd among the calm and quiet dead To find my sorrows and my sufferings o'er; Yet firm in heart and hope I still bear up, And onward steer my course true—a true "Flare-up".