  ——— Beside the road in youth I sat in slumber, The passers hailed and told me it was day; “But, ah!” said I, “my days are great in number.” And soundly slept, regardless of their say. Now, here I sit; the night has come upon me; I fain would go, but darkness hides my way. I’d turn to God that He would look upon me; I’ve now forgot the prayer I used to pray. Yet, while I sit and vainly wait, the morning, I yearn to tell, but ah! it is too late. That he who sleeps at day and fails the warning, Shall wake at night, the dreadful ultimate. |
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