ng— the character of a rued farr
tune—“go fro y dow, love, do”
the sun he is sunk the west,
all creatures retired to rest,
while here i sit, all re beset,
with rrow, grief, and woe:
and it&039;s o, fickle fortune, o!
the prospero an is asleep,
nor hears how the whirlds sweep;
but isery and i t watch
the surly tepest blow:
and it&039;s o, fickle fortune, o!
there lies the dear partner of y breast;
her cares for a ont at rest:
t i see thee, y youthful pride,
th brought very low!
and it&039;s o, fickle fortune, o!
there lie y sweet babies her ars;
no anxio fear their little hearts ars;
but for their sake y heart does ache,
with any a bitter throe:
and it&039;s o, fickle fortune, o!
i once was by fortune carest:
i once uld relieve the distrest:
now life&039;s poor support, hardly earn&039;d
y fate will scarce bestow:
and it&039;s o, fickle fortune, o!
no fort, no fort i have!
how wele to were the grave!
but then y wife and children dear—
o, wither would they go!
and it&039;s o, fickle fortune, o!
o whither, o whither shall i turn!
all friendless, forsaken, forlorn!
for, this world, rest or peace
i never ore shall know!
and it&039;s o, fickle fortune, o!
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