(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light

ow dreary dawns the eastern light,
And fall of eve is drear,
And cold the poor man lies at night,
And so goes out the year.

Little is the luck I've had,
And oh, 'tis comfort small
To think that many another lad
Has had no luck at all.

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