By W. W. Phelps, Esq

O say, when must I look for death? But say, when must I look for death?

When spring all nature's joy discloses; When autumn smiles on summer's treasure;

When infant beauty buds like roses; When youth and age are full of pleasure;

When fortune smiles so blithe and clever; When wise men reason; statesmen rattle;

When love and life look on "forever:;- When warriors rush so gay to battle;

Ah, then the sweeper steals thy breath! Ah, then the sweeper steals thy breath!

But say, when must I look for death? But say, when must I look for death?

When summer clothes the earth in beauty; When winter strips the earth of glory;

When manhood strengthens us for duty; When age has honor'd locks, all hoary;

When children bless the lot paternal; When e'er you're on the deep-blue ocean;

When being hopes to be eternal;- When e'er you know old time's in motion;-

Ah then the sweeper steals thy breath! Ah, then the sweeper steals thy breath!

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