BUREAU OF LIGHT SWEET CRUDE |
| DIRECTOR Clitus Farago |
ABOUT
Tis true, my little purse grows light;
But then I sleep so sweet at night!
This grand specific will prevail,
When all the doctor's opiates fail.
Where now, ye lying vanities of life!
Ye evertonpting, ever cheating train!
Wherfcaie you now ? and what is your amount?
Vexation, disappointment, and remorse.
Sad, sjck'ning thought! And yet, deluded man,
A scene of crude disjointed visions past,
And Broken slumbers, rises still resolv'd,
WA new flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round.