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Life and Death
Hushed in expectancy
We make life’s paltry fee;
A last-drawn sigh, a sleep,
And Death calls "Laugh,” or “Weep,"—
’Tis then we know
Thy form aright, O Master! from the guise
Of Life’s prim pageant, Thee, with unsealed eyes—
Sum of our hopes or fears—we recognise
For weal or woe!
