manwasmadetomourn:adirge

whenchillnovember'ssurlyblast

madefieldsandforestsbare，

oneev'ning，asiwander'dforth

alongthebanksofayr，

ispiedaman，whoseagedstep

seem'dweary，wornwithcare;

hisfacefurrow'do'erwithyears，

andhoarywashishair.

“youngstranger，whitherwand'restthou?”

begantherev'rendsage;

“doesthirstofwealththystepconstrain，

oryouthfulpleasure'srage?

orhaply，prestwithcaresandwoes，

toosoonthouhastbegan

towanderforth，withmetomourn

themiseriesofman.

“thesunthatoverhangsyonmoors，

out-spreadingfarandwide，

wherehundredslabourtosupport

ahaughtylordling'spride;—

i'veseenyonwearywinter-sun

twicefortytimesreturn;

andev'rytimehasaddedproofs，

thatmanwasmadetomourn.

“oman!whileinthyearlyyears，

howprodigaloftime!

mis-spendingallthyprecioushours—

thyglorious，youthfulprime!

alternatefolliestakethesway;