Poetry

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The hall had no lights today,
the rooms were gloomy,
the lights burned low.
There was no viol or harp playing;
no laughter or mirth;
the tree has fallen and the birds have flown;
the cisterns have been broken and the cords
loosened,
and what was has ceased to be.

Dust to dust and ashes to ashes.
The sounds of weeping, and the mournful dirge;
a procession behind the brier.
Still and lifeless the form contained within it,
which once was full of life and vivacity.
Yesterday it was; today no more.
The brevity and vanity of life.

Vanity of vanities!
Today it is,
tommorow no more;
alive today,
withered the next.
Listen and learn,
observe and gain understanding:
all that is will cease to exist.

"remember now thy creator in the days of your
youth..." (Ecclesiastes 12:1)



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