Life.
By John Clare
Life, thou art misery, or as such to me; One name serves both, or I no difference see; Tho' some there live would call thee heaven below, But that's a nickname I've not learn'd to know: A wretch with poverty and pains replete, Where even useless stones beneath his feet Cannot be gather'd up to say "they're mine," Sees little heaven in a life like thine. Hope lends a sorry shelter from thy storms, And largely promises, but small performs. O irksome life! were but this hour my last! This weary breath fain sighs for its decay; O that my soul death's dreary vale had past, And met the sunshine of a better day!
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