DEATH.

(_Æsch._, _Fr._, 156.)

OF all Gods Death alone

Disdaineth sacrifice:

No man hath found or shown

The gift that Death would prize.

In vain are songs or sighs,

Pæan, or praise, or moan,

Alone beneath the skies

Hath Death no altar-stone!

There is no head so dear

That men would grudge to Death;

Let Death but ask, we give

All gifts that we may live;

But though Death dwells so near,

We know not what he saith.

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