Shall gladness give, amid your ghostly tombs,
Mad Future, to my soul!
IF WE DON'T OR IF WE DO.
If we don't or if we do.
What's the odds to me and you?
Fame is e'er a heartless jade,
And her slaves are poorly paid;
Weary hearts and soul's distress
Are the prices of success;
All our stations sadness view,—