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2    Children follow through the wet;
3'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder:
4    Never urchin found it yet.
5What is Life? A thawing iceboard
6    On a sea with sunny shore; --
7Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;
8    We are sunk, and seen no more.
9What is Man? A foolish baby,
10    Vainly strives, and fights, and frets;
11Demanding all, deserving nothing; --
12    One small grave is what he gets.

Notes

1] The title may be translated as "for whose benefit" or "to whose advantage" (Latin). Back to Line