Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best.
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best.
Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring;
Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law:
And still to her charms SHE alone is a stranger;
Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'.
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