Yea! hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,We mingle together in sunshine and rain;And the smiles and the tears, the song and the dirge.Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud,0, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

--_Selected._