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Rh Oil this eventful world, when aged grown, Musing on times gone by, shall sigh and say, Shaking his thin grey hairs, whitened with grief, Our fathers' days were happy. Fare thee well! My thread of life has even run with thine For many a lustre; and thy closing day I contemplate, not mindless of my own, Nor to its call reluctant.