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'Tis done! We reach the final page / With feelings of relief, I'm certain; / And there arrives, at such a stage, / The moment to ring down the Curtain. / (This metaphor is freely taken / From Shakespeare, -- or perhaps from Bacon.)
The Book perused, our Future brings / A plethora of blank to-morrows, / When memories of Happier Things / Will be our Sorrow's Crown of Sorrows. / (I trust you recognise this line / As being Tennyson's, not mine.)