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...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh upon the...Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon sties To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak...

...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe....

...curtain full Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back. Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch M in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like gnus beneath the scythe....

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