Those fugitive, precious moments we are
forgetting and wasting, cannot be recovered.
In the great game of existence many
are staking
all and losing all--drifting to hopeless, irremediable
bankruptcy. That is a solemn word--a dreadful
truth--the irreparable past!
Death will dissolve many a 'fairy vision' that has lured
and charmed us. Death will sweep down many 'flimsy
cobwebs of earth' that we have laboriously weaved--
poor tawdry things we have so often
clung to and
clutched!
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