Blown up with painful care and hard to light, <br /> A glimmering torch blown in a moment out, <br /> Suspended by a web, an angler's bait, <br /> Floating at stake along the stream of chance, <br /> Snatch'd from its hook by the fish of poverty, <br /> A silent cavern is his last abode; <br /> The king's repository veil'd with gloom, <br /> The umbrage of a thousand oziers bowed, <br /> The couch of hallowed bones, the grave's asylum, <br /> The brave's retreat and end of ev'ry care.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-a-torch/
