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There is much that makes me sorry as I journey down life's way, / And I seem to see more pathos in poor human lives each day. / I'm sorry for the strong, brave men who shield the weak from harm, / But who, in their own troubled hours, find no protecting arm.
I'm sorry for the victors who have reached success, to stand / As targets for the arrows shot by envious failure's hand. / I'm sorry for the generous hearts who freely shared their wine, / But drink alone the gall of tears in fortune's drear decline.