...ftate yon lee : And your condition may be foon like mine, — The child of forrow — and of mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the Lark I fprightly hail'd the morn ; Hut ah ! oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...the ftate you fee : And your condition may be foon like mine, The chilli of forrow — and of mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I fprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah t oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...to the flate you fee ; And your condition may be foon like mine, The child of forrow and of mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I fprightly hailed ihe morn f But ah! oppreffion forced me from my cot, My cattle died, ahd blighted...

...your breaft, Your hand could not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity could not be reprcit. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then, like the lark, I fprightly hailed the morn, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn, My daughter, once the comfort...

...little farm was my paternal lot ; Then, like the lark, I fprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah ! oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted was my corn ; IX. My daughter, once the comfort of my age, Si, bone, collibuit tantos audire labores, Humanae fortis...

...ftate you fee ; And your condition may be foon like mine, The child of forrow and of mifery. VIII. A little farm was my paternal lot ; Then, like the lark, I fprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah ! oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...to the ftate you fee; And your condition may be foon like mine, The child of Sorrow and of Mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then, like the lark, I fprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah ! oppreflion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...me to the i';ite you Ami your condition foon may be like mine, Tbe«hild of Sorrow, and of Mifery ! A little farm was my paternal lot ; Then, like the lark, I Brightly hail'd the morn !— [cot; But, ah ! Oppreffion forc'd me from my Mv ta'.tle died, and blighted...

...the rich and great. + A jlate of affluence is as uncertain in its continuance, wealth can mahe it. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I fprightly hail'dthe morn; But ah ! oppreflion fore'd me from my cot, My cattle died and blighted was...

...and piercing is the cold, Short is my pafsage to the gloomy tomb, For I am poor and miserably old. A little farm was my paternal lot. Then like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn, But rude affliction forc'd me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn. My daughter, once...