Practice Typing

Ah, youth for ever dear, for ever kind, Once tender friend of my distracted mind. I left thee fresh in life, in beauty gay; Now find thee cold, inanimated clay. What woes my wretched race of life attend. Sorrows on sorrows, never doomd to end. The first loved consort of my virgin bed Before these eyes in fatal battle bled. My three brave brothers in one mournful day All trod the dark, irremeable way.