From the Rock Island Argus, May 1, 1913. By S. E. Kiser. He sighed because it was his fate To earn the blessings he received; Because he was compelled to wait For opportunities he grieved. He mourned because he could not claim A certain lady for his own; He sadly sighed because his name In many quarters was unknown. He thought his fate was hard to bear Because he seldom got a rest; When he began to lose his hair A bitter sadness filled his breast. But when he lost his appetite And when good health was his no more He sadly wondered day and night Why he had ever grieved before.