Flee mortal! for the angel of death,
Though your life be young, has claimed
Your youthful flame, and little will avail,
Your loves squandered in vain, or bravery,
In the face of the pain - nay! Flee mortal!
For both young and old, thorough her hallowed portal
Into some bewitched crowd are driven,
And lo! both proud and modest, their crimes forgiven,
Under her winterly shroud you distinguish not
And like an unhuman slave, shoved into garrote,
It ends. Oh Fools! The relief we gambled away!
Is it only the finest, who neither laugh back nor cry,
But mirror behind, the sight of the angel, in the resigned eye?
Though your life be young, has claimed
Your youthful flame, and little will avail,
Your loves squandered in vain, or bravery,
In the face of the pain - nay! Flee mortal!
For both young and old, thorough her hallowed portal
Into some bewitched crowd are driven,
And lo! both proud and modest, their crimes forgiven,
Under her winterly shroud you distinguish not
And like an unhuman slave, shoved into garrote,
It ends. Oh Fools! The relief we gambled away!
Is it only the finest, who neither laugh back nor cry,
But mirror behind, the sight of the angel, in the resigned eye?
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