SONG - Henry Austin Dobson Poems


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Man's a poor deluded bubble,
    Wand'ring in a mist of lies,
Seeing false, or seeing double,
    Who wou'd trust to such weak eyes?
Yet presuming on his senses,
    On he goes most wond'rous wise:
Doubts of truth, believes pretences;
    Lost in error, lives and dies.