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THE SONG OF DEATH.
Time said to Pride,
“Robe thee in rich array;
“Fair Lowliness deride
“That walks beside thy way!”
But ever grim Death kept singing,
Awful and low its tone,
“Wisest are they who, born in time,
“Yet live not for time alone.”
“Robe thee in rich array;
“Fair Lowliness deride
“That walks beside thy way!”
But ever grim Death kept singing,
Awful and low its tone,
“Wisest are they who, born in time,
“Yet live not for time alone.”
Earth spake to Lust,
“Bar not, O Lust, thy will;
“Delights full rare hath sense;
“Of all take thou thy fill!”
But ever grim Death kept singing,
Piercing and calm its tone,
“Wisest are they, the sons of time,
“Who live not for time alone.”
“Bar not, O Lust, thy will;
“Delights full rare hath sense;
“Of all take thou thy fill!”
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Piercing and calm its tone,
“Wisest are they, the sons of time,
“Who live not for time alone.”
“Known be thy name!”
Vanity heard Life say,
“Breathe thou the breath of fame
“That shall not pass away!”
But ever grim Death kept singing,
Solemn and clear its tone,
“Wisest are they who, toiling in time,
“Yet toil not for time alone.”
Vanity heard Life say,
“Breathe thou the breath of fame
“That shall not pass away!”
But ever grim Death kept singing,
Solemn and clear its tone,
“Wisest are they who, toiling in time,
“Yet toil not for time alone.”
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