Penny Blood Serial Cover — page 58: what you’re looking at

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50 ALFRED DE ROSANN. The flowing bow! “s Inspires the soul, While boist’rous laughter round us rings;— The jest and song . Our mirth prolong, And sorrow flies on drooping wings. To welcome in the morning, Around the board we’ll stay; And when the light is dawning, To bed we’ll haste away! Existence is a changing scene, Of happiness and wo combin’d; When our meridian sky’s serene, Dark clouds are menacing behind. The ills of fate Our steps await, And lead us on, to danger blind:— Then learn to quatf The bowl, and laugh When Fortune’s freak perplex the mind. To welcome in the morning, Around the board we’ll stay; And when the light is dawning, To bed we’ll haste away! Is life so long that we can spare A day to sighs—a night to tears? — Reflection but increases care, “ And conjures up a host of fears. Then wherefore bring A blight on spring, And crush the blossoms of our years? i pernay’s juice Will e’er produce That which no change of season sears. To welcome in the morning, Around the board we’ll stay; And when the light is dawning, To bed we’ll haste away! 4 « The soldier in the battle-plain— The sailor on the boundless deep— The courtier in the monarch’s train— The criminal who fears to sleep— Admit that wine Has charms divine Ccommicloooks, conn