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As at his birth he was,

So shall he be.)

And after—he is even as one dead.

Happy the man who deemeth his own part

That of a stranger who is quickly fled:

Who hath no contemplation in his heart

Nor thought nor sense

But his soul's after-life and recompense.

(For in the end

He shall return:

As at his birth he was,

So shall he be.)