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In all we do, and hear, and see, / Is restless Toil and Vanity. / While yet the rolling earth abides, / Men come and go like ocean tides;
And ere one generation dies, / Another in its place shall rise; / THAT, sinking soon into the grave, / Others succeed, like wave on wave;