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Show " KING OF KING3. O Death, Death, Death ! Thou art the Lord of all. And at thy darkened shrine I bow mine head In tfcis thy temple when for tho are shod Man's blood and tears: gods, king? and temple fn. Thy reign, O Lord, is Immemorial'. Ever thou waorast stronger and more dread, More populous grow thy Mngioin of the dead, And Jot and love and hope thou hast in thrall. Wa follow vain desire and Idle thing. We vex our souls with hollow hopes and fears, We dread the future and regret the past: Thou c-imest, O almighty King of King, And stillest all the tumult of the years. And tak'st each babbler to thy breast at last Herbert E. Clarke. |