WE are born; we laugh; we weep; br We love; we droop; we die! br Ah! wherefore do we laugh or weep? br Why do we live, or die? br Who knows that secret deep? br Alas, not I! br br Why doth the violet spring br Unseen by human eye? br Why do the radiant seasons bring br Sweet thoughts that quickly fly? br Why do our fond hearts cling br To things that die? br br We toil,—through pain and wrong; br We fight,—and fly; br We love; we lose; and then, ere long, br Stone-dead we lie.