Where ancient races wander in the glooms;
A birth, a life, a death; man is no more!
Oblivion welcomes men with gentle arms,
And presses them like infants to her breast,
Repeats to them her lullabies of rest,
And guards them from all sorrows and alarms;
A birth, a life, a death; man is no more!
Then hasten, world, and let my battle cease;
I care not where I stay nor when I go;
For action gives unhappiness and woe,