THE SORROWS or THE POOR.
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The poor man hath lonely lot afefd6
To misery allied;
His very being is forgot @hA@
Among the sons of pride. aisy4f gNaI
He rises with the morning light,


And labors through the weary night, h1ti1
A scanty meal to gain; H
Then lays his weary head to rest,


But anxious cares disturb his breast H
To slumber is in vain! iis ga4t 9Hf sEl
The cold neglect, the with'ring scorn,
THAT meet him on his way sfGils lf@N
The spirit how'd, and sinews worn .,t
by premature decay
A brow o'ershadow'd by despair, ~ SiQUEL3
The trembling gait produced by care, ta.
The constant dread Of ill:
These mingle with his every dream, Will;
And Hope hath no consoling CLEAN ,asa,,
To pleasant thoughts instil
Alas to him the changeful earth r..r.,
Hath features ever sad


For when a summer wakes its mirth rsG E88
He only is not glad ). ..,
For what TO him is Natures smile,


That may another's heart beguile, d. lasli
But cannot pierce the she'd Ft,
Where he is wasting life away,


Unheedful of the night or day, 4@allal
So long it brings him BREAD! .a .,,,,
Gods blessings on the yerdant fields, ht lGh
When sunshine dwelleth there \, 5,..,,..t y
And ev'ry how'r that fragrance yields


Becomes more swectly fair, pm 39ii HyH
In truth It's beautiful to view ,se.,Aa .,g
But ming corn and violets hue


Are hidden from the poor! il3a tlH
They cannot watch the seasons change, .s,
To them all blithesome scenes are strange,
Their sense of joy is o'er! II 5 ai THa1st
Within a close and fctid room,


Through sickness and in age, 3ft@ s@21
They labor on, and pass in gloom 4iaag
Their lie's declining stage


The slaves Of want! while those who have, y
And from the depths Of woe could save, a 3
Eyada their haggard mien,


Nor mark the signet death had placed, "ala
Where many sorrow could be traced, a,t
And painful years be seen.


The poor! oh, mock not those who weep, n
The wretched and the lone!


For Heav'n doth surely record keep, & ail
When earthly aid is gone ND m,,;es4...
And at the Bridal Feast the guest
May be the immortal leastwise biest 4s tEt
Among his fellows here. sf s...,.,, g.f.ysa
Then cheer the poor mans solitude,
And smooth the hriars IN his road & Itltir
To kindlier lands elsewhere! aF,o 5,.a,t,