Classic poem of the day
144.
Ill-fated Genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson,
What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
To think Life's sun did set e'er well begun
To shed its influence on thy bright career.
O why should truest Worth and Genius pine
Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,
While titled knaves and idiot-greatness shine
In all the splendour Fort......
Member poem of the day
The past, without which there would be no now.
Brings forth a soul to ease those ill with strife.
Gives of herself as much as hearts allow.
And meets the man who she shall join as wife.
The two embark on that journey so dear.
At first, they two alone to climb the hill.
And then two pilose friends so loved appear.
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