u6 chime ha.iioi.d’x i'iecriji ace. Cctnlo II.

XCVIII.

What is the worst of woes that wait on ago?What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?To view each loved one blotted from life’s page,And be alone on earth, as I am now.

Before the Chastener humbly let me bow,

O’er hearts divided and o’er hopes destroyed:Roll on, vain days! full rekless may ye flow,Since Time hath reft whate’er my soul enjoyed,And with the ills of Rid mine earlier years alloyed.