Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
Like a swift, fleeting meteor - a fast flying cloud -
A flash of the lightning - a break of the wave -
He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the high
Shall molder to dust and together shall lie.
- from William Knox, "Oh! Why Should the Spirit of Mortal Be Proud"
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