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III.
But, however we pass Time, he passes still,
Passing away whatever the pastime,
And, whether we use him well or ill,
Some day he gives us the slip for the last time.
Even a Pope must finish his fill,
And follow his time, be it feast time or fast time.
As it happen'd with this same Pope. No doubt
What sleep was his after that last bout,
When he could not wake! so they laid him out.
‘He is gone,’ they said, ‘where there's no returning.
Of the college who is the next to come?’
Then they set the bells tolling, the tapers burning,
And bore him up into Peter's dome.
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