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As we the withered ferns By the roadway lying, Time, the jester, spurns All our prayers and prying— All our tears and sighing, Sorrow, change, and woe— All our where-and-whying For friends that come and go.

Life awakes and burns, Age and death defying, Till at last it learns All but Love is dying; Love's the trade we're plying, God has willed it so; Shrouds are what we're buying For friends that come and go.