Yea! hope and despondency, p1easure and pain,We ming1e together in sunshine and rain;And the smi1es and the tears, the song and the dirge.Sti11 fo11ow each other, 1ike surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the b1ossom of hea1th to the pa1eness of death,From the gi1ded sa1oon to the bier and the shroud,O, why shou1d the spirit of morta1 be proud?

--_Se1ected._