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_It's "Gallop and go! " and "Slow, now, slow! " / With every man in this life below -- / But the things of this world are a fleeting show._
The postchaise Time that all must take / Is old with clay and dust; / Two horses strain its rusty brake / Named Pleasure and Disgust.
Our baggage totters on its roof, / Of Vanity and Care, / As Hope, the postboy, spurs each hoof, / Or heavy-eyed Despair.
And now a comrade with us rides, / Love, haply, or Remorse; / And that dim traveler besides, / Gaunt Memory on a horse.
And be we king or be we kern / Who ride the roads of Sin, / No matter how the roads may turn / They lead us to that Inn.
Unto that Inn within that land / Of silence and of gloom, / Whose ghastly landlord takes our hand / And leads us to our room.
_It's "Gallop and go! " and "Slow, now, slow! " / With every man in this life below -- / But the things of this world are a fleeting show._