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Show Life. Francis Rawlins. 1 Lite is a narrow way beset with briars, Filled full of ruth as well as vain desires. Where Joys appear 111(0 angel's visits rare, And budding hope sinks into deep despair. Where honest effort often dies unknown, And gilded shams sit perched upon a throne. ' Where haughty mouarchs cruelly oppress The starving serfs who kneel their names to bless. Where Joys and sorrows, smiles and bitter tears - Commingle closely through tho passing years. Where youth and age alike must pass away, And flowers fairest quickest do decay. O Life! Whilo living oft you make us sigh,-Yetwell sigh,-Yetwell wo love thoe when we come to die. |