Show Customs Custom's Decree SONNET A pity that custom doth decree That man must be returned to earth again Before his praise is sung by other men And that but hut few of all the world should see i While yet he lives and moves and acts that he heA heA heA he- he A single right to mans man's admiring ken Has earned At last his life is is oer o'er and then His loving friends may write his eulogy Ah man that this thy fate should be at last Thine actions like a bankrupt tradesman's book Must wait until thy three score years and ten In sorrow and in joy are fully past K Before the world will on them deign to look Or praise thee with immortalizing pen Edwin win I R. R Williams k J Ll tl i i |