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 Take leave of all, then, and submit yourself;
 * Bow to your helpless and depressing fate.

What use to dream of freedom, pine for it,
 * For life, work, strife, outside the prison gate?

Let fear nor hope nor joy nor sorrow come
 * Unto your broken heart a throb to lend.

Life’s ocean you will never see again;
 * Your own life’s journey, too, will shortly end.

In Death’s embrace your respite you will find
 * From grief and suffering; in oblivion’s sea

You will receive your guerdon—the repose
 * You have desired so long and ardently.