Life's Incongruity

ÏÏilU fCÍÜpH j{flt& urom jrows tne mtuel on Uio bank. IJark wavus the phie u'pon the h:;i. Groen hangs th.' ichéú, cold and dnnk. Ifark priugs the hearfs easè by the ril] Agívniosst' claniber ever lirilit, Pale s tfie waler-lily'-s bloom ; Tlms Life stili'couits tlic sfiades of night, And JSeauty liovevs o'er the nmib. S), all througll iiV; ftíWillEfTnotrs li;:r Kat-h object wears froin childhood down, Thë Bvanêsceiil - Heaveli's blue ; Tho Jtll-endurr!ng - sober brown. Our bi+ghtest di-cnnis too quièkly 'ii' And gripf vre green that slumlil bo old, And joys tliat sparkle to the iyo Aro like a tale Ihat's ([uickly to'.il, And vet, 'tis luit tho golden mean That checks ouv livea' unsteady flr, (od's coiuiterbalauco throvyó between, To poise tho scale 'twixt joy and woe ! And btHter so, fou wore the buwl Too freely to the parched lip given, Too inuch of grief would crnsh tho soul, Too niiu'li of joy would wean froin Ileaven.