Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.—Matthew, v. 4.
O man! while in thy early years,
How prodigal of time!
Misspending all thy precious hours,
Thy glorious youthful prime!
Alternate follies take the sway;
Licentious passions burn;
Which tenfold force gives nature’s law,
That man was made to mourn.
Many and sharp the num’rous ills