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.