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

Lines
 (suggested on being invited to sing at a banquet.)
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My song should be of all that's bright,
 blaze in
Of cheerful fires on a winter's y night
Of happy hours and in scenes of mirth
With prattling infants round the hearth, 
Of woman with her hopes and fears
Who weeps, but hath no cause for tears; 
For when the festive cloth is cleared
 is
The final jest and song been heard,
And man with all t his joy and grief
Hath pas vanished like the autumn leaf
 and
When Heaven time comes, then she must share
For man's own sake the banquet there
My song should be — I cannot sing,
Of these and every lovely thing
My song should be —I've none to sing.