Alack, he's gone the way of all flesh.
Alack, he's gone the way of all flesh.
Alack, or we must lose
The country, our dear nurse, or else thy person,
Our comfort in the country.
Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither'd trunk.
Alack for the phantom of Fame!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories