1. No immortal father, no undying son
Each polished frame decay in time will own

2. As though the tenants of the grave had never known
Abode in houses, nor the morning light has shown

3. As if the semblance we on earth have worn
Ne'er lived before its coming or was ever born

4. O thou that chidest at the thought of death
Think, ere he comes to thee, how strong's his hand

5. Dweller in domes with painted roofs beneath
Guarded by troops and servants at command

6. Thy dwelling shall in turn to thee deny
However new, a shelter safe to fly

7. Lightly along life's path thy footsteps roam
From thee youth's grace and vigour are not gone

8. Thou weepest those that to the grave have clome
Yet littler reck'st though death shall claim thine own

9. Didst know the fate to come that waits for all
Thine eyes with tears repentant soon would fall