Epitaph, An
Like thee I once have stemmed the sea of life,
—Like thee have languished after empty joys,
Like thee have labored in the stormy strife,
—Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys
Forget my frailties; thou art also frail:
—Forgive my lapses; for thyself may'st fall:
Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale—
—I was a friend, O man, to thee, to all.
—Like thee have languished after empty joys,
Like thee have labored in the stormy strife,
—Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys
Forget my frailties; thou art also frail:
—Forgive my lapses; for thyself may'st fall:
Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale—
—I was a friend, O man, to thee, to all.
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