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HOPE went by and Peace went by / And would not enter in; / Youth went by and Health went by / And Love that is their kin.
Those within the house shed tears / On their bitter bread; / Some were old and some were mad, / And some were sick a-bed.
Gray Death saw the wretched house / And even he passed by -- / "They have never lived," he said, / "They can wait to die. "