To the work
To sleep
To tears we weep
To flesh and blood 
Hence to the soul andsoil when all is cold
To joy
To pain
To toil 
To many its in sane 
To vanity 
Till eternity
To grace 
To grass
To be embrace
To be born with class
To be lame 
To rest with blame                
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