EPIGRAM
From the Greek Anthology, (Author unknown.)
BY THE REV. W. SHEPHERD.
If at the bottom of the cask,
Be left of wine a little flask,
It soon grows acid:—so when man,
Living through Life's most lengthened span.
His joys all drain'd or turn'd to tears,
Sinks to the lees of fourscore years,
And sees approach Death's darksome hour—
No wonder if he's somewhat sour!
The Winter's Wreath.