v "NATURAL LIFE.

Why all this toil for triumph of an

hour? Life a short summer, man a flower;

By turns we catch the vital breath and

die--.• The cradle and the tomb, alas!

so nigh. To beis better far than not to

bo-. Though all man's life may seem a

tragedy. Blut light cares speak when

mighty griefs are dumb, The bottom is"

bnh shallow whence they - come. : --

Your fate is but the common fate of all,

Unmingled joys'hero to no man befals.

Nature to each allots his proper sphere