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WHEN mirth is full and free,
Some sudden gloom shall be;
When haughty power mounts high,
The Watcher’s axe is nigh.
All growth has bound; when greatest found,
It hastes to die.

When the rich town, that long
Has lain its huts among,
Uprears its pageants vast,

And vaunts—it shall not last!
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Rebecca Waters 04 February 2009

He states the truth in this poem, that all things in this world tend toward death, since the Fall of Man. Only Jesus, who said, 'I am the way, the truth, and the life, ' can reverse this direction.

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