3- Death, in good sooth, appeareth A mower like, meseems, Who, swiftly mowing, sheareth What in his way there teems ; The grass, green herbs, the glowing Fair floweret and the reeds, The sedge, the roses blowing, As things of nought he heeds. 4. Man’s life still onward glideth With speed that ne’er abates, Till death’s grim grip it bideth, Whereas the grave awaits. The world’s paths all tend hither Towards this selfsame spot, And lief or loath wends thither, Be sweet or sad his lot. 5. Before no power, no station Will death one step recede, Nay, for no fair oblation One moment’s pause concede. Him it no way concerneth, How grieved or glad thou art; No prayer, no passion turneth FIis fiercely ruthless heart.

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