I Often Wonder Why 'tis So

Home find work where sotne find rest, Aud so the weary wond goes on; I sometimes wonder whicli is best: The aiiswer comes when life is gone. Rome eyes sleep when eome eyes wake, Aud so llie dreary night-hours go; Some hearts beat where some hearts break; I ofien wonder why 'tis so. Some wills fatnt where some wills flght; Some love the tent, and some the field, I often wonder who is right: The ones who strive or those who yield? Some hands fold where other hands Are liited barvely in the strlfe; And so thro' ages aud thro' lands Move ou the two extremes of lile. Snme feet halt wbere some feet tread, In tireless maren, a thorny way ; Some struggle on where some have fled; Some seek when others shuu the iray. Someswords rust where others clash Some faü back where some move on, Some flags furl where others flash Uutil the battle ba been wou. Some sleep on while others keep The vigils of the true and brave ; They will not rest till roses creep Around thelr name above a grave.