Excerpt from Echoes From Naples: And Other Poems How doth the year our hopes repay P We reckon losses, count the gains; Alas! How light the pleasures weigh When set in balance with the pains! A brother sleeping 'neath the ground, A friend, whose voice will never sound Again to summon us around! Searchings of heart for sins committed l The old year tells its long sad tale. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.