Heaven still rebuilds thy span, 50
Nor lets the type grow pale with age,
That first spoke peace to man.
Thomas Campbell.
CLXXII
THE COMMON LOT.
Once, in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man:—and WHO was HE?—
Mortal! howe’er thy lot be cast,
That Man resembled thee.
Unknown the region of his birth, 5