A Disagreement

You say "That man was made to mourn." Would you have me believe it — Believe earth holds no recompense Until death bids me leave it — Believe there is but misery And toil on toil, in store for me?

No. I do not, cannot believe, While heaven smiles above me, That I was doom'd on earth to mourn With naught to cheer or love me. Wise Bard, although your dirge rings true, I do not agree with you.