Sorrow Familiar to all Men
Sure sorrows are to human-kind ally'd:
They reign where Fortune pours her golden tide;
Besiege the son of glory's splendid door,
Grow gray and old together with the poor.
They reign where Fortune pours her golden tide;
Besiege the son of glory's splendid door,
Grow gray and old together with the poor.
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