Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was
Alas!
this
is
not
what
I
thought
life
was.
I
knew
that
there
were
crimes
and
evil
men,
Misery
and
hate;
nor
did
I
hope
to
pass
Untouched
by
suffering,
through
the
rugged
glen.
In
mine
own
heart
I
saw
as
in
a
glass
The
hearts
of
others
...
And
when
I
went
among
my
kind,
with
triple
brass
Of
calm
endurance
my
weak
breast
I
armed,
To
bear
scorn,
fear,
and
hate,
a
woful
mass!
