Chapter 472 No.472

They look up with their pale and sunken faces,

And their looks are sad to see,

For the man's hoary anguish draws and presses

Down the cheeks of infancy;

"Your old earth," they say, "is very dreary,

Our young feet," they say, "are very weak;

Few paces have we taken, yet are weary-

Our grave-rest is very far to seek:

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