VII.
And my stately neck is drooping,
'Neath a fearful burthen stooping—
There a dead man lies supine,
Cold as ice—the Form is thine!
INSTABILITY
FROM THE SPANISH.—SIXTEENTH CENTURY
"Como estoy alegre
Tristezas temo."
WHEN the day is brightest,
Darkness draweth near;
When the heart is lightest,
Coming grief I fear.