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tOR TIE LITCHFlELD ENQOlhbk Fe,r and epI are the days of man upon eGrth." As the shadows come and go, Is the life of man below: Now a sunbeam, now a cloud, Now bridal, now shroud, Sorrows here and pleasures there, Evening dark and morning fair: As the shadows come and go, Is the life of man below. Like Sahara's desert drear, Is the life of mortal herei Now and then spo, is found,

 An oasis green and bright, In the thorny waste around,

 Like a single star at night; While the clouds in gloom profound,

 Hide all others from the sight: Like Sahara desert drear, Is the life of mortals here. Like the Oceans ebb and flow, Is the life of man below: When the winds above it sweep, Foam in wrath its pillows deep; When the winds are lulld to rest Gently heaves it's glossy breast; Human passions simile . Is the ever rolling Sea. 'lymouth c. R. B.