Would It Be Right?

It is easy to sneer at a brothor's tear When Born w bis cup '■ th fil When tho ah: ow of wralii bui rs ovct his path. And !,. ; a diüJed, W!ien bopc se , s tont t.o tlio w i2 ■ md'lost In (licir mnd and dcui ins fligSt. It im oasy to Slu'tr :ir ü !, ,r; But, tliiuk yon, wonld it be riglitï It is easy t ) Blgh ist t.'lö i fphan'a cry Aiv i To i' [ of I ie fl (low Tialu Witii ii roili , ";nsWhen f: .. away, Hilé a bird uc play, Joy fadeth-a öcUle v, .ht. It is Ki . i . ■■ i :. thein by; But, thii : i,;,? It ia i asy wei p -i r thi for is that sleep In tbuir mantlp ■,. ■ ■ ny i Tten :. n rh ui yuai ál Mió vcllicg tide Th1 ■ ' ■ z (1;,y, Por tho t.iciid ;uid tlif toe must come ;ind t'o, And : oi !:.. )., lost to sij,ht In the whlrligic; tlrcüin of life's swift Btream; Bui, thiak yua, woulü it bo i-ight? You may bowyoar hc:l ín tbe glad liyht shed By the altar 'a beckeming arm And his narnu eziol who keepeth the soul From the molderiug touch of liarni; Yon may hcunbly seet m a manner uieek Tliu reRions of puro di.'light Whilo your heart.strings chime to the things of time ; But, thiuk you, would it be right?