From sonnets, by Edward Moron.'
HUMAN LIFE.
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All, what Is life! dream within dream,


pilgrimage, from peril rarely free
A ba!Gue that sails upon changing sea,
Now Sunshine and now storm; mountain stream,


Heard, but scarce seen, ere TO the dark deep gone
A wild star blazing with unsteady beam,


Yet for season fair TO look upon,
Like as an infant on Affections knee.
A youth now full OF hope and transient giee'


In manbood's peerless noon now bright, anon,
A time worn ruin, siivered DER with years


Life is race, where slippery steps arise.


Where discontent and sorrow are the prize.
And when the goal is won, the grave appeals