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Rh What message could you bring to one like me?

(turning the hour-glass} That you will die when the last grain of sand

Has fallen through this glass.

I have a wife. Children and pupils that I cannot leave:

Why must I die, my time is far away?

You have to die because no soul has passed

The heavenly threshold since you have opened school,

But grass grows there, and rust upon the hinge;