Excerpt from Strathern, Vol. 1: A Novel
We make ourselves a pleasant home Deck'd out with all that '3 rich and rare, As though we thought Death would not come To tear us from a scene so fair. Or if we know he '11 come we b'lieve 1' will be when age has bent us low. Ah me! How we ourselves deceive Who knows when he wrll strike the blow Nor gilded hall nor blooming bow'r Can shield us from the T yrant's sway, He 's ever near with tatal pow'r To snatch us from the realms of day And change our much-lov'd pleasant home For the dark grave where all must come.
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