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, Man passeth from life to his rest in the grave.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The hand of the king that the scepter hath borne; The brow of the priest that the miter hath worn;... The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depth of the grave.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »