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RICHARD CLAY AND SONS, LIMITED,

LONDON AND BUNGAY.

Es all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden 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 Bay in haste we spend, And, from its merry noontide, send

No glance to meet the silent end.

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