ADDRESS TO THE MOON .. Nathaniel Hawthorne

GO to the grave where friends are laid

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And learn how quickly mortals fade,

Learn how the fairest flower must droop,

Learn how the strongest form must stoop,

Learn that we are but dust and clay,

The short-liv'd creatures of a day.

Yet do not sigh -- there is a clime,

Where they will dwell through endless time,

Who here on earth their Maker serve,

And never from his precepts swerve.

The grave to them is but a road,

That leads them to that blest abode.