Poetry
... Spoetty - PITY. Yeat ftiitrlskeO o'~er MXhisnfortUflO s biecr. Sweet is the mrnhiur of thle gale That ?? through thbe Summer grove; Bolt is the tone of Friend~hips tale, And softer still the voice of Love; Yet softer far the terrs that flow To pourn-to sootho another's woe. Richer than richest diadom That glitters on di o monarch's brow- Purer t all ecefll'ls purest gerni, Or all that wealth ...