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Introduction 


Is all our Life, then but a dream Seen faintly in the goldern gleam Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?

Bowed to the earth with bitter woe Or laughing at some raree-show We flutter idly to and fro.

Man's little Day in haste we spend, And, from its merry noontide, send No glance to meet the silent end.

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