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At last he saw a hearse pass by,
 * And to the Sexton said,

His bosom heaving with a sigh,
 * "Pray who, my friend, is dead?"

The man the self-same answer made,
 * As all had done before.

heav'd another sigh, and said,
 * "Is then thy grandeur o'er!"

"I envy'd thee thy worldly state:
 * "Alas! I little knew

"The malice of approaching fate,&mdash;
 * "Poor, adieu!"