Poem by William Ernest Henley

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We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and cold,
And we know not why?

O, the By-and-By,
And the tale that’s told!
We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?

Grow old and sigh,
Grudge and withhold,
Resent and scold?…
Not you and I?
We shall surely die! 

1. In Hospital. 18. Children: Private Ward
2. In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style
3. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas
4. Beside the Idle Summer Sea
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. 20. The Shadow of Dawn

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