No stain the pipe's hue yet doth darken:
It remains white. Thus do I know
That when to death's call I must harken
My body, too, all pale will grow.
To black beneath the sod 'twill turn,
Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn.
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No stain the pipe's hue yet doth darken: It remains white. Thus do I know That when to death's call I must harken |
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My body, too, all pale will grow. To black beneath the sod 'twill turn, Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn. |
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