Come, Death, these are thy victims, and the axe
Waits those who claimed the chariot.-Thus we count
Our treasures in the dark, and when the light
Breaks on the cheated eye, we find the coin
Was skulls-
......
Yet the while
Fate links strange contrasts, and the scaffold's gloom
Is neighboured by the altar.-ANONYMOUS.
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