Know'st Thou What Gray Methuselah

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Know'st thou what gray Methuselah
Pronounced when parting with this life?
 Man's born a slave,
 He dies a slave,
 And death will never tell him why
He walked this lovely vale of tears,
 Suffered, wept, endured, and disappeared.

© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov