document.write("What! and not one to heave the pious sigh!<br />Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye<br />For social scenes, for life\\\'s endearments fled,<br />Shall drop a tear and dwell upon the dead!<br />Poor wretched Outcast! I will weep for thee,<br />And sorrow for forlorn humanity.<br />Yes I will weep, but not that thou art come<br />To the stern Sabbath of the silent tomb:<br />For squalid Want, and the black scorpion Care,<br />Heart-withering fiends! shall never enter there.<br />I sorrow for the ills thy life has known<br />As thro\\\' the world\\\'s long pilgrimage, alone,<br />Haunted by Poverty and woe-begone,<br />Unloved, unfriended, thou didst journey on:<br />Thy youth in ignorance and labour past,<br />And thine old age all barrenness and blast!<br />Hard was thy Fate, which, while it doom\\\'d to woe,<br />Denied thee wisdom to support the blow;<br />And robb\\\'d of all its energy thy mind,<br />Ere yet it cast thee on thy fellow-kind,<br />Abject of thought, the victim of distress,<br />To wander in the world\\\'s wide wilderness.<br /><br />Poor Outcast sleep in peace! the wintry storm<br />Blows bleak no more on thine unshelter\\\'d form;<br />Thy woes are past; thou restest in the tomb;--<br />I pause--and ponder on the days to come.");