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UPON Life's lonely highway, robber bands / Of grim-faced years seize with relentless hands / Each traveler, and wrest from out his grasp / The treasures that he fain would closer clasp.
None can escape. Each year demands its toll, / Till robbed of youth, we grope toward the goal, / Halting and blind, of all but life bereft, / And death claims that -- the only boon that's left.