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Song.

Sun to-day and storm to-morrow.

     Never can we know

When is joy or when is sorrow,

     Happiness or woe...

The clock strikes. To-day is gone.

Man, proud man, oh think thereon!

From delight we pass to sadness

     From a smile to tears;

And the boldness of our gladness

     Dies within[1] our fears.

The clock strikes. An hour is past.

Think, oh think, how all doth waste!

Alexander Search.

1906.

Vulnerant omnes; ultima caecat.

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