POETRY
... IPOE TRY. TRYING. BY DIES 0., JOBLINXG. I grasped, but could not hold- I climbed, but faiied to reach- Fell, as I sprang o'er bold, Ere half across the breach, In vain all paths I've tried Fate 'gainst me stands arrayed; Beaten on every side- Beaten-but not dismayed. I'll stretch my hands again Aad arasp-perchance to bold; I'll climb-to mount right fain; Perchance not over bold. I'll spring ...