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after returning from The funeral efa friend,
We all must die! it is truth


That cannot be too often told;-
Those blooming in the strength of youth,
Or those, who are infrm aud old,


Alike should ever know
Their doom is fixed, and that they
Must perish as SUNNI flowcr;--.
And As breath, soon fade away;
Their name, and all their petty power,


An unsubstantial show.
Fen those, to whom they did impart,
Life, or love, or grief or gladness,
May feel awlille-but soon the heart,
VIII Danish every trace of sadness,


And be gay as before!
The world seems not to miss their deeds,
And friends, cen from the fun'ral bier,
Go where their diff rent business leads,
AS they were wont. How soon the tear


Is dried, and grief is o'er!