Why do I tread my wilds aroundWhere peace its silence whispers here
& not one comfort to be found
To wipe aside the falling tear
Why thus to mourn my fate severe
Why hope alas to hope in vain
I am no worse then erst I were
I was but poor & so remain
While others more distressed then I
Severer urg'd to mourn then me
Look up beyond the tear the sigh
& deem them foolish vanity
Yon wreck of many a famish'd week
That only begs to be deny'd
A smile still prints this beggars cheek
& sorrows tear is wip'd aside
There tied to family & wife
Does labour bear wants chilling frown
Still the rough edge of irksome life
Contentment smoothly evens down
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(tbc)
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