The hall had no lights today,
the rooms were gloomy,
the lights burned low.
There was no viol or harp playing;
no laughter or mirth;
the tree has fallen and the birds have flown;
the cisterns have been broken and the cords
and what was has ceased to be.
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes.
The sounds of weeping, and the mournful dirge;
a procession behind the brier.
Still and lifeless the form contained within it,
which once was full of life and vivacity.
Yesterday it was; today no more.
The brevity and vanity of life.
Vanity of vanities!
Today it is,
tommorow no more;
withered the next.
Listen and learn,
observe and gain understanding:
all that is will cease to exist.
"remember now thy creator in the days of your
youth..." (Ecclesiastes 12:1)
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