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FEAR no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat; / To thee the reed is as the oak: / The sceptre, learning, physic, must / All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash / Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; / Fear not slander, censure rash; / Thou hast finished joy and moan: / All lovers young, all lovers must / Consign to thee, and come to dust.