To the work
To sleep
To tears we weep
To flesh and blood
Hence to the soul andsoil when all is cold
To joy
To pain
To toil
To many its in sane
To vanity
Till eternity
To grace
To grass
To be embrace
To be born with class
To be lame
To rest with blame
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