Alfred Bunn. 1790-1860

William Knox. 1789-1825.

Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,

A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,

He passes from life to his rest in the grave.[561:2]

Mortality.[561:3]

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,

With vassals and serfs at my side.

Song.

The light of other days[561:4] is faded,

And all their glories past.

Song.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe

To weakest hope will cling.

Song.