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Why should man's high aspiring mind	A
Burn in him with so proud a breath	B
When all his haughty views can find	A
In this world yields to Death	B
The fair the brave the vain the wise	C
The rich the poor and great and small	D
Are each but worm's anatomies	C
To strew his quiet hall	D
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Power may make many earthly gods	C
Where gold and bribery's guilt prevails	C
But Death's unwelcome honest odds	C
Kick o'er the unequal scales	C
The flatter'd great may clamours raise	C
Of power and their own weakness hide	E
But Death shall find unlooked for ways	C
To end the farce of pride	E
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An arrow hurtel'd e'er so high	F
With e'en a giant's sinewy strength	G
In Time's untraced eternity	H
Goes but a pigmy length	G
Nay whirring from the tortured string	I
With all its pomp of hurried flight	J
'T is by the skylark's little wing	I
Outmeasured in its height	J
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Just so man's boasted strength and power	K
Shall fade before Death's lightest stroke	L
Laid lower than the meanest flower	K
Whose pride o'er top't the oak	L
And he who like a blighting blast	M
Dispeopled worlds with war's alarms	C
Shall be himself destroyed at last	M
By poor despised worms	C
	-
Tyrants in vain their powers secure	N
And awe slaves' murmurs with a frown	O
For unawed Death at last is sure	N
To sap the Babels down	O
A stone thrown upward to the skye	P
Will quickly meet the ground agen	O
So men gods of earth's vanity	H
Shall drop at last to men	O
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And Power and Pomp their all resign	O
Blood purchased thrones and banquet halls	C
Fate waits to sack Ambition's shrine	O
As bare as prison walls	C
Where the poor suffering wretch bows down	O
To laws a lawless power hath passed	M
And pride and power and king and clown	O
Shall be Death's slaves at last	M
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Time the prime minister of Death	B
There's nought can bribe his honest will	Q
He stops the richest tyrant's breath	B
And lays his mischief still	Q
Each wicked scheme for power all stops	C
With grandeurs false and mock display	R
As eve's shades from high mountain tops	C
Fade with the rest away	R
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Death levels all things in his march	S
Nought can resist his mighty strength	G
The palace proud triumphal arch	S
Shall mete its shadow's length	G
The rich the poor one common bed	T
Shall find in the unhonoured grave	U
Where weeds shall grow alike o'er head	T
Of tyrant and of slave	U

John Clare

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