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The term of life assigned to man
Is transient as a passing shade;
Its longest period is a span,
And in the bud his honours fade.
He walks but in an empty show,
Vexed and disquieted in vain:
To unknown heirs his wealth must flow,
And he to dust return again.
So let us slumber, then, our days,
That we may know how frail we are;
Call to remembrance all our ways,
And for eternity prepare.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 438 |
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