My sadness overrules me. The sorrows of the mind And I find with age the fading memories all the quickness of our time pasts like flowing rivers, bitter and the sweet till no more the sun shines upon my door all I was, all I knew, all who I adored pass swiftly as we part, as we meet like strangers in the street past too and are no more. Those who are, those who were, those who will be those who come after, and before. Even kings and emperors before the tyranny of death and ages stand paupers arm in arm with the poor. Till oblivion or old age, that deathless sleep from what dreams we may arise again, unbeckoned out of the great wheel of stars and turning ages And meet again, warm familiar faces, from long ago, as if from heaven, all the actors upon their stages in nature's greatest show. Farewell! for now, to find you next At the curtains rising. Old friends, and family, patrons of my common kind. Kith and kin and countrymen, to find you all, again. In the empire of the soul, and the kingdoms of the mind.