Translated into English Verse by J. D. Carlyle, BD
Like sheep, we're doomed to travel o'er
The fated track to all assigned;
These follow those that went before,
And leave the world to those behind.
As the flock seeks the pasturing shade,
Man presses to the future day;
While Death, amidst the tufted glade,
Like the dun robber, waits his prey.
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