Who Should Shoulder the Palaquain
when must i grieve,when is
it right,is it when the zephrs
swindle the tiny sod,and the fleece
of penury cloth the day-light hours
o money that travels and flees
and appears only at order of the earthly powers
aught not the draper of sack
burnt away,upon the crown of thorns
that blister calvary clouds black
dark,like me,isn't what to be worn
gold on each and every skinny body
for the sake of christs garment torn
so,in that carraige must sit
a beggar,now rich,in the lord
and that pacy heartthrob,and heart beat
now coolen,like a kings,or land lord
that mounts,on a very high seat
of fortune,in our lord
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