04. THE OLD MAN AND DEATH.
An Old Man, with a load oppressed,
Sunk down o'erburdened and distressed,
And in his trouble called on Death
To end his woes and stop his breath.
The King of Terrors heard the cry,
And, to his horror, soon drew nigh,
Demanding, with a visage grim,
The reason why he called on him.
Said he, "I let my bundle fall,
Which made me for assistance call.
l humbly crave your worship's pardon,
And beg you'll help to lift my burden."
Better it is to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of. [more info]
An Old Man, with a load oppressed,
Sunk down o'erburdened and distressed,
And in his trouble called on Death
To end his woes and stop his breath.
The King of Terrors heard the cry,
And, to his horror, soon drew nigh,
Demanding, with a visage grim,
The reason why he called on him.
Said he, "I let my bundle fall,
Which made me for assistance call.
l humbly crave your worship's pardon,
And beg you'll help to lift my burden."
Better it is to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of. [more info]
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