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Show AS IT GOES. Th greatest monarch of the wood Some day has fallen low, Ar.i epread its dust upon the ground Whence newer monarchs grow. The sweetest song that e'er was sung No one remembers now All withered like the laurels which Adorned its writer's brow. The grandest mortal of the earth Shall lie as low as these, ' Forgotten as the rain drop in The-vastness of the seas; For this is earth. Till heaven's reached, Forgotten and unknown, Man dies remembered but the length Of his own dying groan. |