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We come and go, but for the gain, where is it? And spin life's woof, but for the warp, where is it? And many a righteous man has burned to dust In heaven's blue rondure, but their smoke, where is it?

Life's well-spring lurks within that lip of thine! Let not the cup's lip touch that lip of thine! Beshrew me, if I fail to drink his blood, Tor who is he, to touch that Up of thine?

Such as I am, Thy power created me, Thy care hath kept me for a century! Through all these years I make experiment, If my sins or Thy mercy greater be.