When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said he) pour on him all we can Let the world's riches, which dispersd lie, Contract into a span.
When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said he) pour on him all we can Let the world's riches, which dispersd lie, Contract into a span.
O all ye who pass by, behold and see;
Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree;
The tree of life to all, but only me:
Was ever grief like mine?
Poor man, thou searchest round
To find out death, but missest life at hand.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories