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374t Martyrs




The year rolls round and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, whate'er we be,
We're trav'ling to the grave.

Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!


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