Show MODESTY ono deeply solemn thought haunts me by night and day changing all joy to naught all bliss hv away ay it tit fe the thought of death that thus I 1 ponder on ats pity for the poor poor world when I 1 am dead and cone core for I 1 some time must eo go and leave the w orld world forlorn binco since I 1 must brine bring such woe W why b r was I 1 ever borr born dear human race my grief Is not for me but you when I 1 am dead and nd laid to rest what will win the peor poor world s orld do will this dark planet still As now go TO whizzing round its I 1 la path of good and ill when I 1 am in the ground and will the glorious son sun continue to appear and will the stars come 0 out ut each night when im no longer he here re then risk me not to what comfort can I 1 find tormented all the while I 1 hy ily grief for all mankind oh millions now my i i absence ye must rue all 1 alvut one spark of comfort gare save to edw know I 1 grieved for youl iou george horton ll orton |