["Thoughts suggested on being invited to sing at a banquet"]

Thoughts suggested on being invited to sing at a banquet
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My song should be of all thats bright,
Of cheerful fires on winters night
Of happy hours and scenes of mirth
With prattling infants round the hearth
 hopes and fears
Of woman with her smiles and tears 
 know nor hath no
Who wisely see no cause for fears
For when the festive cloth is cleared
The final jest and song are heard
 with all  / grief
And man [?] [?] with his joy and  
Hath passed away like the autumn leaf
When Heaven time comes, then she 
   must share
For man's own sake the banquet there
I'd sing of every lovely throng
But now I have no song to sing.
If these and every loving thing
My song should be: I canot sing.